Page 41 of Snows Sinful Seven

“I said I’d be fine.” I laugh as I go over to join him.

“What do you have there?” He sniffs.

“Baked goods. I’ll share... if you're nice.”

“Since when haven’t I been nice?” he asks, a little worried.

“You've been nothing but sweet. So, I guess I can share with you.” I wink, letting him know I’m playing around.

“You don’t have to.”

I laugh. “Shh, and take the offer. Now, hand me some bags.” I point to the pile of bags on the ground.

“I’ve got them.” And he’s right. He bends down and picks all ten up like it’s nothing.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

On the walk home, I tell Brady about my conversation with Mrs. Bark and how she saw Regina.

“I’m glad she’s okay,” he tells me.

“Me too.”

“She means a lot to you, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “A whole lot.”

“I can’t wait to meet her.” He smiles.

I smile back.

When we get home, the guys are there. I fill them in as Brady, and I make supper. We share little smiles here and there, and as I sit down with them again for another meal, I find myself hoping it stays like this—that this is my life now.

Chapter 11

Sullivan

“What are you doing?” I jolt in surprise, turning away from the window to see Sterling yawning as he stretches his arms over his head.

“Nothing,” I answer, looking back out the window. Lie. I’m watching the pretty little princess outside. She’s been in the garden for a good hour or so now, and I’ve been watching her the whole time.

Sterling leans over my shoulder and looks out the window. “Nothing, hey? Nothing sure does look like something.”

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