Page 38 of Feels Like Home

“You’re her only born.” Inez laughed. “No one beats out chocolate, dearie.”

Jace whipped his head around and glared at Ian who had half his slice already eaten.

“I’d pick you over chocolate any day, kitten,” Ian said casually but truthfully.

“Aw.” Inez pressed a hand to her chest. “You’re sweeter than this cake.”

“Grandma,” Jace groaned.

“Kitten is a cute nickname,” Myla said. “Your dad used to call me snuggle bear.”

“He also called you angel tits.” Inez hooted with laughter.

“Inez!” Myla gaped at her then sat back and smiled devilishly. “I was a sex goddess at one time.”

Ian laughed so hard he choked on the milk he’d just drunk. Jace sat there looking horrified. He reached across the table and snatched Inez’s shot glass away from her. “You two have officially scarred me for life.”

Myla tilted sideways with laughter. “That’s probably mild in comparison to what Ian calls you.”

Not a chance in fucking hell was Ian going to admit to anything. He got up and took his dishes to the sink, ignoring the women’s curious gazes.

“Nope.” He turned on the faucet.

“Or what Ian says to Jace.” Inez winked.

Jace shot up from his chair, his face crimson. “Who are you guys and what have you done with my sweet mom and grandma?”

“He opened the door with the kitten endearment,” Inez replied with a snicker.

Gathering his dishes, Jace hauled ass to the sink. “They’ve lost their minds.”

“I say we make a break for it,” Ian whispered, even though he found Myla and Inez highly entertaining.

“We can’t until we clean the kitchen,” Jace whispered back. “I say we put tequila in their milk, and then we can escape.”

Myla brought her and Inez’s dishes to the sink. When Jace took them from her, she planted a loving kiss on his cheek. Then she pulled Ian down and a placed a tender one on his. “You two are perfect together.”

Jesus Christ, he was not about to cry, even as tears stung the back of his eyelids. How did this tiny woman turn him into an emotional mess?

When she sauntered away, Ian caught his mate watching him. The side of Jace’s mouth tugged upward. “No matter how old you are, a mom’s kiss hits you in the gut.”

“If you don’t put those dishes in the water to soak, we’ll never get out of here.” Ian needed to buy them a dishwasher. The novelty of scrubbing dishes by hand was wearing off, though he loved standing by his mate’s side while they shared the chore.

Jace nudged Ian’s arm with his elbow. “Admit it, you melted.”

Ian splashed a little water on Jace. “What will you give me if I admit it?”

“My undying respect.” Jace chuckled and splashed soapy water at Ian. The front of their shirts were soaked by the time they were finished washing the dishes. Jace swept the floor and wiped off the table as Ian took out the trash.

When Ian came back inside, Jace placed the hand towel over the handle of the oven. “We are officially done.”

Ian made sure Myla and Inez weren’t around, and then he pulled Jace into his arms. “Ready for a sleepover?”

“But you said…” Jace twisted his lips to the side, his hands resting on Ian’s chest.

“We can always find other ways to occupy our time.” Ian traced the shell of Jace’s ear with his tongue, eliciting a gasp from his mate.

“Let m-me grab some things.” Jace pulled out of Ian’s arms and nearly collided with the counter.

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