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“I’ll bet he’s making it better,” Boone said.
“Don’t start,” Gunnar said. “Get the milk.”
Taking one last moment with Jude, she ran her fingers through his hair. “You doing okay down there?”
“You’ve got your hands on me, and I can smell everything we did last night on your skin. So no, Fee. I’m not okay. I’m as hard as an anvil, and I want to drill you so hard you can’t walk for the rest of the day.”
She feigned a swoony sigh. “You make my heart flutter.”
“You gauge how much I want you by how hard I fuck. That’s plenty romantic.”
“You’re right.”
“You want that more than words.”
“I do. I love how much you want me.” She pressed her hips against him.
He hissed in a breath. “I’m kicking everyone out, and we’re instituting nap time around here.”
She laughed. “No, you’re not. Cody loves having them around. Besides, we’re going to get the Christmas tree.”
“Right. Okay, then, let’s get those pancakes in our bellies and get a move on. But the kid’s going to bed early tonight.”
Before they joined the rest of the family, she said, “Did you notice that even though he loves being around your family, and they’re making him pancakes and cocoa, he still wanted to get me a Band-Aid?”
“Yeah, I got that.”
“Very few five-year-olds are that compassionate. You got a good one there.”
“I know that. I do. Both of you are making me a better man.”
She tugged on his hand, forcing him to turn back to her. “You’re already a good man. We’re just your reason to own it.”
Chapter Nineteen
“First batch done.”Gunnar set the platter on the table. “Go on and eat. There’s more coming.”
Chairs scraped, the brothers threw their usual barbs, and a frisson of joy tripped down her spine. She’d imagined a clean-cut husband and children who looked just like the two of them. Not rugged, tattooed bikers who were some of the most generous men she’d ever known. Not an orphaned little boy, desperate for family.
Focusing on her vision board had cut her off from a whole world of possibilities.
“What do you usually do for Christmas?” Boone asked her.
“If Willa’s in town, I help out at the inn. It’s really fun. Her dad dresses up as Santa, and they have carolers and cookie decorating… He even leaves a trail of powdered reindeer footprints.”
“What about your family?” Gunnar asked from the stove.
She could see how weird her answer sounded to mention her friend and not her parents. “We find time to get together, but the village pays more over the holidays, and the guests are extra demanding, so they both work a lot. My mom and I exchangepresents on Christmas morning. My dad…” She shrugged. How did she explain Buck O’Neill? “He’s invited to a lot of parties.”
The men went silent, concentrating on their pancakes, the only sound the clink of forks on plates.Way to make things awkward.Well, they’d asked, and she’d told the truth.
Butter sizzled on the griddle, and Cody said, “Can I make Amy a present?”
Thanks for the distraction.
“Yeah, of course,” Jude said. “What’d you have in mind?”
“I don’t know.” Cody looked at her.
