“Yeah, like you pick a stuffie skin, stuff it, make a wish on it, dress it, and create a birth certificate for it. Okay, I know where we’re going to make Lexi and Katie their baby gifts,” Jett teased.
“That actually sounds pretty special.” Opening the box, I took out a bear in a suit, with a watch and sunglasses. “I love it.”
My heart warmed. Grace made me a stuffie.
“Pull down the pants.” Jett laughed.
“What?” I did, and briefs that saidGood Boyon the ass peaked out at me.
He kept laughing. “Sorry, she asked me if it would be overstepping if she did that.”
“And clearly you told her to do it. I… I think it’s cute. I’ll put these away.” Taking the boxes, I put them in our room. She made me a bear. My heart swelled.
When I came out, Grace was coming down the stairs.
I grabbed her and kissed her. “Thank you. No one has made me a stuffie before.”
“You’re welcome.” She smiled.
“I can’t believe you gave it to them early. We were supposed to do it after dinner.” Riley pouted, joining us. “Food, fuckers.”
Grace bit her lower lip. “Spencer gave me mine early.”
“It’s okay.” I kissed Grace again. “Let’s go downstairs and have dinner.”
We sat around the table. There was a big pan of cheesy noodles, lumpy rolls, and some sort of green beans with bacon in them.
“Wes, is this…” Grace brightened as she took her seat.
“Yes. My grandma’s lobster bacon mac and cheese. Just like we used to make. I also called and got her cheesy bay biscuit recipe.” Wes practically burst with pride.
“And I got my grandma’s green bean recipe." Evan beamed.
“I’m all over that shit. I love you assholes, but I miss Grandma’s cooking.” Riley took a big scoop of green beans.
I gave Wes a look. “You made lobster mac and cheese in your dreams?”
“It’s the ultimate comfort food. Usually, my dad makes it with canned crab. But in our dreams we had actual lobster. Sometimes the lobsters would go all over the place, and we’d have to chase them.” Wes beamed and took a scoop.
We started to eat. I took a bite. “This is pretty good, Wes.”
Verycheesy and rich, but not bad at all.
“Oh, it is.” Grace nodded. “The green beans, too.”
“They’re fantastic, Evan,” I praised. “Grace, you’re booking my venue?”
“Yui called you? Doing my part to make you profitable.” Grace laughed as she put butter on a biscuit.
“Thank you. We’ll see if it works out. What’s going on this week?” I asked. “Riley has boxing camp, right? I have a business trip.”
Grace looked up at me like I had kicked her puppy. “You’re going away?”
“I’m just going to Asia.” I was going to see both my properties there.
Spencer frowned over his glass of wine. “I thought we were all staying together.”
“Sorry. I have to do this. I’ve put it off too long.”
