Page 24 of Tameron

Thanks for your help.

You did all the work. I just sat there and listened.

Thanks for listening then.

My pleasure

Seconds later, my phone buzzed again. Dayton had sent me three pictures of Knives, all curled up on his lap. Had she gotten bigger, or was that my imagination? She still looked tiny on his thigh, but not as small as before, maybe?

Did she grow? She looks bigger.

I’m not sure. I’d have to weigh her.

I think she has.

Since three days ago, when you saw her last?

I rolled my eyes.

“What are you annoyed about?” Nash asked, walking into the kitchen.

I turned my phone around. “Doesn’t she look bigger to you?”

Nash leaned in. “Nah, she’s still tiny.”

“That’s because his thigh is so thick. I’m telling you she’s grown.”

“I take it Dayton didn’t agree with you?”

“He never does,” I grumbled. “He’s, like, the least agreeable person on the planet.”

Nash quirked an eyebrow. “Not with me, he’s not. Sounds like a you-problem.”

“Fuck you.”

Nash grinned. “Fuck you too.”

I dumped the pasta into the water as Creek entered the kitchen. “Is dinner ready yet?”

I gestured at the pasta I’d just put in. “If you prefer your pasta very al dente, sure. You may break a few teeth while eating it, but who cares, right?”

He flipped me the bird.

“What’s the rush?” Nash asked. “You know we eat at six-thirty, and Tameron is running right on time.”

Creek sat at the table, dragging a hand through his hair. “Forest wants to call after dinner. Says he has some news he wants to share.”

Forest was Creek’s little brother. Well, he wasn’t so little anymore as he was a grown-ass man, only a few years younger than Creek, but that didn’t matter. Younger brother meant little brother, even if they were adults.

I’d met Forest the year before when he’d spent a few days with Creek, and he was an utter delight—unlike his brother. They were legit polar opposites, Forest’s sunshiny demeanor to Creek’s eternal grumpiness. Funny how two brothers could be so different, but then again, my sister Kasha and I were nothing alike either.

Nash stood a little straighter. “Good news? Or bad news?”

“He didn’t specify.”

“But you think it’s good news?” Nash pressed, and Creek and I exchanged a look.

“I don’t know, but I will let you know as soon as I’ve talked to him…if I have his permission.”

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