“These are new…” Her voice softens.
“How did she know my shoe size?”
Her gaze lifts, shock written all over her delicate face.
A shrug comes easy. “My mama has a way of knowing things…”
Her fingers run over the shoes again, slower this time, careful.
Something shifts in her expression. Subtle. Barely there.
My attention drops without thinking.
Her feet.
Small. Swallowed by worn-out sneakers that look like they’ve been through hell and back.
Something tightens in my chest. Hard.
Jaw locks.
A breath pulls in slow through my nose.
Missed that.
Should’ve noticed.
Should’ve done something about it sooner.
The thought sits wrong.
Heat creeps up the back of my neck, irritation snapping into place fast enough to bury it.
I clear my throat. “Oh, and you’re invited to my parents’ ranch for lunch this Sunday.”
She looks up.
An O forms on her full lips, making me want to kiss the shock right off her face.
Why the fuck am I thinking about kissing those lips?This woman is messing with my head. I turn to the bar. “Mama’s having family lunch Sunday.”
“And?”
“And you’re coming.”
Her eyes widen.
“Wait… what?”
I grab another bottle and shove it onto the shelf. “Apparently I’m ‘walking a thin line,’” I say, doing my best impression of Mama’s voice. “And I shouldn’t ‘test her patience.’”
Lexy stares at me.
Then she laughs. Actually laughs.
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
