Page 207 of Dream Mates
I dragged her to one of the couches, and sat her on my lap, savoring her peachiness. “Hi, Peaches.”
“Here you go.” Brennan handed her a glass, then sat down with Jett on the other couch.
“Thanks.”
“Hey, is there any food? Are we grilling?” Wes came out, shirtless.
“You missed dinner.” I gave him a look, eyes narrowing.
“Are you hungry, Darling? I’ll order you something,” Spencer told Grace.
Grace nodded and made like she was going to get up, but I held her tighter.
“Do you want anything in particular or should I choose something?” Spencer kissed her head.
She thought for a moment. “Mashed potatoes.”
“Of course. Would anyone like something? Wes, would you like to see the menu?”
“Please.” Wes followed him inside.
Riley passed out sticks and marshmallows.
“Sorry. I just…” Grace’s voice was soft as she held her marshmallow on a stick over the fire.
“I know. The ire’s not directed at you.” I kissed her temple. “It’s not even ire, more like annoyance. I wanted to get to you first.”
Wes and Spencer came back out. Spencer took the chair opposite Riley, Wes joined us on the couch, putting an arm around us both.
“Sorry we missed dinner, Babe.” Wes kissed me.
“It’s okay, Babe. The food was really good though.” I leaned into him, still roasting my marshmallow.
Jett’s caught fire. “Shit.” He blew out the flames. “Still good.” With a grin, he popped it in his mouth.
I patiently toasted mine, trying to get it all gooey and golden.
Grace’s fell off her stick, and her lower lip quivered.
“Here, have mine. I think it’s done.” I carefully took the hot marshmallow off the stick and fed it to her.
“Thank you.”
I licked marshmallow off her face.
“Unsanitary.” Riley threw me two marshmallows.
Grace and I roasted our marshmallows.
Spencer disappeared and came back with a cart laden with food. He set two covered dishes on the table, along with a meat and cheese board, a bucket of beer and sodas, and a bottle of wine.
“Oooh, I’ll take one of those.” Jett grabbed a beer.
Spencer tossed Riley a bag of chips, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat at the table. “My good doctor, come eat. Wes, food.”
Giving me a kiss, she got up and went over to the table. Spencer pulled her onto his lap, without spilling his wine.
She giggled. “Are you going to feed me?”
