Page 75 of Flirting With My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

I spit one more time. “I should have thought of that.”

“It’s okay, Sausage is pretty clean with his mouth.”

“Yeah… I don’t believe you. Anyway, they can have all they want. That stuff is disgusting. Maybe I’d better stick to picking out horses and leave the cooking for the chef.”

“How’s the horse shopping going, by the way?” Langston asks.

“Actually, pretty well. There’s a new colt being born soon with an excellent pedigree. Both the dam and sire are from long lines of winning horses. Some have even won the Kentucky Derby.”

“Sounds like Thunder is going to have some competition soon.” Langston wiggles his brows at me.

“Oh, baby. I love it when you do that with your eyebrows.”

He laughs and does it again, only more exaggerated this time, making him look ridiculous. But I love this adorable goofball.

I wrap my arms around him. “Should we order takeout?”

“Or we can even go somewhere,” Langston suggests.

“Ooh. I like how you think. The diner?” I waggle my eyebrows at him.

He laughs. “Sure. I’ll just have to drop Sausage at home. I don’t think I want to leave him here unsupervised with Noodle. Those two make quite the destruction team.”

“You know if we ever get married one day, we’ll have to move them into the same house permanently, right?” I say.

“And Hayden too, don’t forget.”

“And whatever foster kids I get.”

“Good grief, it’ll be a zoo.”

“We’re going to have to buy a bigger house,” I say, looking around. “I never really intended to raise kids here. It’s too… white. Kids and white don’t really go together well.”

“You know I haven’t proposed to you yet,” Langston says.

“Oh, close enough. But we’re being hypothetical anyway. It’s good to talk about this stuff before we’re in the middle of it. I’m a planner,” I tell him.

“I like that about you. I tend to be more of a spontaneous kind of guy.”

“And I like that about you,” I say.

“We’ll balance each other out, then.” Langston pulls me toward him for another kiss.

And I gladly accept. I’m all about the smooching. And I don’t care who it grosses out. I’ve never been so happy to be one of those annoying couples that have to kiss every five seconds.

* * *

“I’ll have the chicken sandwich,” I tell Dolores when we’re settled in our booth at Harvey’s.

“And I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger.” Langston hands her the menu.

“That’s what you always get,” I say.

“I know what’s good.” He leans down and kisses my lips, and I savor every bit of the moment.

“Oh my goodness, look at how adorable the two of you are,” Dolores says. “I always knew the two of you would be good together. Everyone in town could see the chemistry between you. You should have heard the knitting club going on about how Langston gave the purse money to his true love. They’ll be talking about that for years. They say the footage of it went viral. You got any big plans of what to do with the cash?”

“Actually, I do,” I say.

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