"Is that when you learned to run so fast?" I asked.
Vera let out a scream of laughter. "I never thought of that. It probably is. Breaking news, Hawk Florence owes his career to a chicken."
We all laughed then.
When we finally stopped, Hawk gave me a serious look. "I owe more of my career to Becca."
"I'm happy to share," I said sweetly. "The chicken deserves her moment in the sun, too."
"The chicken deserved her moment in thepot," Hawk said. "Hot tub for one."
I almost made a joke about him eating me, but bit it back. I didn't want him to assume too much, and wasn't quite up to flirting in front of members of his family.
If we were alone, would I have said it? I wanted to. More than that, Ilikedthe idea of him eating me. The thought of his head between my legs made my skin feel a little warmer. I bet he knew how to make a woman come hard.
He said something to Vera. I couldn't hear over the blood in my ears as I watched his tongue move.
I swallowed and hid my face behind a big sip of beer, hoping it would cool me down.
Get a grip, I told myself. Great, now my thoughts were betweenhislegs. How big?—
I downed another gulp.
"Tell Becca about Conrad's cooking escapades," Brody said.
"Hey, I'm a great cook," Hawk protested.
"Now, maybe," Vera said. "But back then…"
