Page 57 of The Sweet Part
I cut another piece of omelet. “Sure.”
“Dad and I were brainstorming ideas for a promo for next season, and Dad thought it would be funny to have Sophie pretend to drive a Cadillac.”
“You told him about that?”
“I kinda had to because we had to polish it up again. Anyway, it wouldn’t be the pink one, but we could get another Cadillac.”
“I don’t want to encourage her driving at this age.”
“We’ll tell her it’s just pretend for TV. Like when you pretend to drive those little cars in a circle at the fair.”
“I don’t know.”
“Just an idea.”
“Sheisa fan of the show.”
“As are you.”
I smile. “Actually, I think at this point I can admit I was a fan ofyounot the show.”
He puts a hand to his chest in mock surprise. “I’m shocked. I thought you were impressed by my car expertise.”
I grab him by his T-shirt, pull him close, and kiss him.
He pulls back, straightening his shirt. “At least I know Sophie was in it for the cars. So what do you think about Sophie doing a promo?”
“I don’t know. I need to think about it.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun. The car won’t be moving. They’ll add that with special effects. She’d just be sitting there pretending to steer and honk the horn.”
“Okay, I’ll mention it to her. If she wants to do it—”
“She’s going to want to do it. Fan of the show, fan of Cadillacs, a chance to be on TV. They’ll pay her too.”
“I’ll put the money in her college fund.”
Our eyes meet, and we smile.
“Maybe use just a little of the money for fun?” he asks.
“Maybe.”
“You’re a tough mom.”
“How many kids get to pretend-drive a Cadillac on TV? That’s reward enough.”
“Just one.”
“Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.” He takes my hand, guiding me up from my seat. His arms go around me as he nuzzles his way up my neck. Hot tingles race through me.
“What about breakfast?” I ask breathlessly.
He stops to look at me, perturbed. “If you’re still asking about breakfast, I’m not doing this right.”
He gives me a sexy smile before kissing me, backing me up toward the counter. He lifts me, pressing his body between my legs. I wrap my arms and legs around him, breakfast forgotten. I’m as hungry for Mason as he is for me.
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