Page 48 of Love You
“Did Colt arrest him?” Darcy ate her ice cream but Win noticed she hadn’t touched the pie. And it was freaking delicious, almost as good as Hannah’s late aunt’s pecan pie.
“Nope, but he has to pay Boden for the stuff he broke at Old Glory.” The whole thing had been a shit show.
“Well, I’m going to leave you young people alone,” Hilde said, and stuck her plate in the dishwasher. “I’ll leave the pie out in case you want seconds.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Wallace.” He got up, went around the island, and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Sorry I came over so late. I sort of lost track of the time.”
“You’re always welcome.” She waved him off and left him alone with Darcy.
“You think she would marry me?”
“Not if she has half a brain.” Darcy played with her pie.
“Give me that.” He took the plate away from her and dug in. “Man, this is good. What kind of berries does she use?”
“Blackberries.” Darcy watched him scrape up the extra filling on the plate. “They’re from her garden.”
He pointed in the direction Hilde had left. “That right there is the next Mrs. Garner.”
Darcy raised her brows. “There are others?”
“My mom, Hannah, Delaney, and pretty soon Deb.”
“Delaney is Scott,” she said dryly.
“You know what I mean.” He finished the pie and put the ice pack back on his eye. Even with half his vision gone, he noted she didn’t have a bra on under her sweats, which reminded him of her breasts. She had really good breasts.
Darcy gave him a long assessment. “No ice at home?” When he didn’t respond because he knew what she was getting at, she said, “Why’d you come over?”
He lifted his shoulders. “I wanted you to hear the story from me, not town gossip.”
“Why?”
Jeez, wasn’t it obvious? “Because of the kiss.” He figured that was enough but she wouldn’t let it go.
“And that matters why? As we’ve already noted, kissing is your middle name.”
God, he was so tired of being stereotyped. “I came to tell you that I hadn’t run from your bedroom to Candace’s. That’s all.”
She started to say something and he stopped her. “Leave it alone, Darcy.”
“Fine, but—”
“No more.” He got up and recovered the pie with the plastic wrap Hilde had left on the counter and put it in the fridge. “I mean it, not another word.”
A cell phone charging next to the landline vibrated. Darcy glanced over at it and exhaled.
“That yours?” he asked.
She didn’t say anything and ignored it, which made him curious. He walked over and read the display. Lewis.
“Your ex.” He would’ve arched a brow but his face hurt too much. What the hell was he calling so late for? “Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“Nope.” She got to her feet and took over the cleanup. “Sit and ice your eye.”
“How come?”
“Because it’s getting big as a balloon.”
