Page 42 of Kiss Me

“Don’t call her that.” The bass in his voice makes me like him even more.

“Already defending her.” I smirk. “That’s a good sign. Have fun.” I toss him a nod before turning and starting to head back to the table where Tania now sits alone.

Unfortunately, my pathway becomes blocked by my cousin.

I give him a slight nod, “Hyung,” I greet.

“You’re up early,” he says, looking me up and down.

“And?” I say by way of reply before attempting to step around him. “Move.”

“You hate getting up early.” His tone is unapologetic.

“I’m turning over a new leaf. Will you get the hell out of my way,” I gripe when I try to move around him. The son of a bitch is behaving like a brick wall for some reason.

Over his shoulder, I watch as Kennedy moves to the table where Tania sits. She’s holding Kyle and Riley Townsend’s infant daughter in her arms.

“When did you become a father?” I ask Dae.

He spins to face his wife. Even though I see his profile, I don’t miss the smile he, likely unknowingly, flashes.

“We’re babysitting our niece for the morning while Kyle and Riley take Eve out to one of the harder slopes.”

He doesn’t even look at me as he says this. He’s too busy staring across the room at Kennedy. Anyone with a pair of eyes can tell he’s picturing his wife playing with their own baby.

Cute as it is, I take it as an opportunity to move around him to head back tomywoman.

Wait … when the hell did I start thinking of Tania as mine?

I shake my head, which must also pull Dae out of his stupor because he quickly moves in front of me, blocking my view of the woman I’m trying to get to.

“What was that about?” He gestures to something over my shoulder.

On a sigh, I peer behind me to see the red-haired waiter I was just speaking with. He’s not watching me, though; he says something to Liza.

A small smile spreads across my lips.

“That was me making sure I get what I want.”

“And what is that?”

My gaze shoots across the room to Tania. She’s making silly faces at the baby in Kennedy’s arms, making the infant laugh.

“What the hell was that?”

Dae’s question brings my attention back to him. “What?”

“Don’twhatme,” he counters. “You just had a look.”

A frown forms on my face, and I wave his comment off. “I don’t have a fucking look. Is there anything else you want from me? I’m hungry.”

“Hungry for what?”

Unconsciously, my gaze lands on Tania. “Food. What else?” I ask even though I continue to stare at her.

“I fucking bet. Just be careful,” he warns.

“About what?”

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