Page 83 of Sinful Skulls
“You’re not getting my old lady drunk, are you?” Brody asks Dirk, wrapping his arms around me.
Dirk lifts his drink, pointing at me with one finger. “I finally found someone in this club who appreciates a good whiskey.”
Brody aggressively kisses my neck. It makes me laugh. “Stop.”
“Never.” He helps me off the stool. “You must have gotten lost in your painting today.”
“I did. I’m sorry I missed your calls.”
Dirk stands with us. “Jesse will be happy someone is using her studio. She hasn’t had much time to paint lately.”
“I’ll be back to pick up the ones I did for Lily’s shop. I’m excited to test the market here,” I say as he walks us to the door.
“Same time tomorrow for whiskey?” Dirk asks before we step outside.
I look back at him. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
His eyebrow rises, letting me know that when I return, he expects me to finish our conversation.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Brody
“So, you had a good day?”
“I did.” She watches out the window as I drive us over to JD’s.
“Did you catch a nap today?” I ask her.
She finally turns to me. “No, did you?”
“Fuck yeah. I told Jackson I had to drain the snake, and then I found myself a shady spot under a tree. Best nap ever.”
“Drain the snake?”
“Take a piss.”
“Oh.” She laughs, and it instantly relaxes me.
“You were working at Jackson’s today?”
“Yeah, he’s fucking insistent we have a tree house built before his daughter comes into this world. The little shit is the size of a grapefruit, and she already has a mansion in the trees.”
“That’s sweet. How do you know she’s the size of a grapefruit though?”
“Willow has a book.”
Daisy giggles.
“She actually has several books.” I shake my head. “She showed me more than I wanted or needed to know.”
“You don’t want kids?” She doesn’t hide her disappointment.
“I do. I just wasn’t ready to see what they look like before they come out of the oven.”
Her giggle returns. “Oh, it can’t be that bad.”
“It started out looking like a tadpole, but the picture she showed me today looked straight up like an alien.”
