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I glanced back at Reed and saw Seth was standing next to him. I didn’t have a chance to school my genuine happiness at seeing him but I was glad I didn’t when his mouth tipped up in a smile which stretched to his eyes at seeing my reaction. I stood where I was, unsure if we were at a place where we greeted each other physically after not seeing each other all day.

He seemed sure. He walked over to me and with one hand on my back and the other behind my head, he pulled me into his chest. His warm scent and hard body made all my parts tingle.

“Hi.” I mumbled into his shirt and heard Vera giggling behind me.

“It’s so cute.” She sighed dreamily. “Matching nurseries. So. Cute.”

Reed groaned. “Leave them be, woman. Let’s go home.”

“Bye, lovebirds!”

Seth held me until it was just the two of us and then he seemed to reluctantly let me go. “Well. Your sister has big plans.”

I blushed and rushed to make it clear that she was all alone in her plans. “Ignore her. She’s nuts. Pregnancy brain, probably.”

He studied my face and kept right on smiling. “She seems pretty sane to me.”

Choking on nothing but the air I was struggling to breathe, I stood there, wondering what was happening. Seth pressed a hard kiss to my mouth and then took my hand.

“Come on. I got a text while I was waiting that Way found the pickles you bought, for some inexplicable reason, and she’s been torturing Papa Jack.”

“He knows the reason.”

CHAPTER 37

Nellie

I had to get out of the house for a few minutes. Waylan and Papa Jack were in a battle I wanted nothing to do with, even if I’d started it by buying the stupid pickles. Waylan kept scaring the cat and in return he’d peed on her shoes, hidden on a cabinet to slap her head when she walked by, and even chased her through the house while screaming like a loon. Papa Jack, not Way. Way didn’t scream. She just swore even though we had the no swearing in the house rule. Ms. Vivian was following them around with a recorder which had to be from the eighties, laughing maniacally and claiming she was going to be rich when Bob Saget played her video ofAmerica’s Funniest Videos. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Bob Saget had retired from that job years ago.

The guys were in the living room, shouting at a football game, and I was going to murder someone if I didn’t find a place to exist in silence for a bit.

I went to the living room and put my hands on my hips. I’d found their big flaw. I mean, they had plenty, I was sure, but screaming at the TV was going to be a big one. “Hello?”

Woodrow snagged me around the waist and pulled me into his lap. “Hey, baby. What’s—What the hell kind of call was that?! Mate, that was out of bounds! First and ten, my ass!”

Okay, the one thing I didn’t hate about their football issue was that it seemed to bring out more of Woodrow’s Australian roots. His accent was thicker and he kept saying ‘mate’ and ‘crickey’ in total seriousness.

I grunted when he jostled me and sighed. “I have to run out. Will you guys make sure Waylan and Papa Jack don’t kill each other?”

Seth looked over at me and smirked. “You have to run out? Or we’re driving you crazy?”

Woodrow turned his full attention on me then. He pulled me into his chest and nuzzled my neck. “It’s just Saturdays, Sundays, some Fridays and Mondays.”

My eyes widened. “You’re shitting me.”

He gripped me just under my breasts and chuckled. “Yeah. We only get like this over Georgia and Texas.”

“Thank god.” I waved my hand in front of Henry’s face and laughed when he pressed a fast kiss to my palm and then let my hand go. “It’s probably not a good sign the passion is already dead.”

His head snapped around to face me. His eyes were dark as he reached out to grip the back of my neck. “We’re in the house with Waylan and Vivian and your cat who thinks he’s the guy from American Psycho today. If I pay too much attention to you, I’m going to want to fuck you and I’ll probably try because I’m an absolute heathen. Then you’ll have to turn me down and we’ll both be sad. This football game is saving us both a lot of heartache.”

By the time he finished talking I was grinning from ear to ear. “You’re an idiot.”

He pulled me over and kissed me. “If you absolutely need to go out, I wouldn’t turn down a piece of pie. I’m craving something sweet and for all the reasons I already mentioned, I can’t have what I really want, so pie will have to do.”

Seth rolled his eyes. “Jesus. Here, Nell.”

I looked at the wad of bills he tried to hand me. Tilting my head at him, I frowned. “I can afford a slice of pie.”

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