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Mac grinned and continued to speak Spanish like he had, “Oh, like anyone would look at you and think old. From you’re looks, it’s hard to believe you are old enough to have a son Emery’s age.” She might have told me she had a little difficulty sometimes, but the woman spoke fluently even if she didn’t think so herself.

“Damned if you aren’t good for a man’s ego. If my son wasn’t—”

“Alright, enough,” I said, cutting my dad off. He and Mac both grinned knowing why I’d done it. No man wanted to watch or hear their woman flirt with their dad. “Food is ready. Sit down at the table,cariño, and I’ll bring the food over.” I grabbed the plates with the food on them and set them on the table and went back for the biscuits.

“I can help. Just point where I can find the plates and silverware.”

“Dad, are you staying? There’s plenty.”

“Nah, I’m going to head home,” he said and headed to the sink to put his coffee cup in it.

“Oh please, stay and eat. There is no way we can eat all this,” Mac said, and I watched my dad’s eyes soften. I knew it wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay and eat. If it would have been one of the guys here, he wouldn’t have thought twice about sitting down.

“If you’re sure? I don’t want to interrupt your and Emery’s time together, more than I have.”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure? Not like we had plans to have sex on the table during breakfast.”

I stared at Mac, and so did my dad. When she placed her hands on her face and groaned, we laughed.

“I can’t believe I said that. I need more coffee.”

“Sit, and I will get you more. Dad, can you get the plates and silverware while I grab a shirt?”

“Sure can.”

Mac took a seat at the table as I walked out of the kitchen to go get a clean shirt. When I walked back in the kitchen a few minutes later, Mac and my dad sat at the table talking. I noticed Mac already had another cup of coffee in front of her. I grabbed my cup off the counter and joined them at the table.

We filled our plates and talked while we ate. Well, I ate as my dad talked, and Mac laughed at the stories he told of some of the shit my brothers and I had done when we were younger.

As I watched Mac wipe the moisture from her eyes from laughing so hard, I wondered if she thought it would be rude if I hauled her out of the chair and told my dad to get out, so I could take my woman back to bed.

I looked over at my dad, and he grinned, then started in on another story. It was like he knew what I’d just thought.

Well, as the saying ‘start as you mean to go’ filtered through my mind, I pushed back my chair and stood. Then I moved to Mac and slid one arm under her legs and the other behind her and lifted her out of the chair.

I looked at my dad. “You need to go and turn the lock as you go out the door.”

“Oh my God, Emery. Put me down. You’re so rude,” she said along with a bunch of other stuff as I toted her.

“Nice talking with you, Mackenzie. I’m sure I’ll see you around since my son finally pulled his head out of his ass,” my dad yelled on his way out the door.

“I’ll never be able to look your dad in the face again. I can’t believe you.” Mac was going on as I reached my room.

I tossed her on the bed and followed her down. It didn’t take me long before the ranting turned to moans.

Islid out from underMac and reached over the side of the bed for my jeans. Pulling them off the floor, I snagged my dinging cell out of the pocket and looked down at the screen and opened the text message and read it. I looked at the time on the phone, and the time the text came in.

“Damn.”

“What’s wrong,” Mac said, and I looked over at her.

“Nothing. But I do have Church in thirty minutes,” I said and sat up on the side of the bed.

“Oh, I guess I could call an Uber. Will you have time to drop me off at the gate?” Mac sat up.

“Why the hell would you call an Uber?”

“Well, there isn’t enough time for you to drive me to pick up my car and then get back here in time for your meeting.”

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