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“It’s not my place to meddle.”

“Then you should stick to ordering food,” she quips.

My brows rise high. “Touché.”

Ordering food, keeping my thoughts to myself, and doing the same with my hands, although not necessarily in that order.

The window slides open and a different worker hands over two massive boxes of food. I hand the first box over to Gilli, then the second one, before filling the cup holders with four sodas.

“There’s enough here to feed an army.”

“Have some now if you want. No reason to wait until we get back.”

The chicken will be my peace offering with the boys, too. For taking away their girl.

And for bringing her back without a phone call.

“You’re not my daddy, Tase. Although you’d make a great one.”

“I’d have you over my knee in a heartbeat,” I admit. “Sprawled right across my lap.”

Where did that come from?The air in the car constricts, going anaconda tight and causing my lungs to spasm. Then she lets out a giggle, and I wonder if she’s amenable to the idea, considering her mental hang-up regarding her butt.

How would she feel about being spanked? If it’s someone who cares about her, respects her?

I have no business considering it.

Luckily for both of us, the ride is relatively short. I pull up at the cabin and cut off the headlights.

“Here we go,” I mutter under my breath.

“You almost sound as though you’re worried,” Gilli remarks.

As long as neither of us brings up what happened at the clinic, then we’ll be fine. But warning her, asking her to keep it to herself, not only makes it real but makes it one of those things I feel the need to ask forgiveness for.

I don’t want to turn it into either of those.

“Lead with the chicken.” It’s my only remark before I push out of the car, walking around the side to grab a box.

She clenches the other one to her chest and resists my help getting out of the seat. Joining them for dinner is normal. Something I would have done without her. Why is it hard to act normal around her?

I’m aware of her movements. The way her fingers clench around the doorknob and she doesn’t hesitate before she pushes inside and bellows out a greeting, overly loud on purpose.

“Dinner is served! And we have company.”

Chapter 20

Gilli

Well,thatwas pure torture.

The four of us gathered around the table, with the delicious scent of fried chicken between us, and almost complete silence.

Aiden put forth a valiant effort at conversing but the palpable tension made me want to crawl out of my skin.

At least the chicken was hot and the mashed potatoes fresh and not from a box. Soren dumped half the container of gravy on top of his and started chowing down like he hadn’t had a decent meal in a decade.

I was equal parts horrified, impressed, and jealous.

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