Page 132 of Small Town Firsts
“Definitely not.”
I laughed. “Okay. Guess we’ll have to make sure we have a bonus sized tub in our house.”
“Our house?” Her laugh filled the cab of the truck.
“C’mon, Sunshine. You know you’re gonna live with me, marry me, and make all of the babies.”
She poked me in the chest. “And just where is this house going to be?”
“What do you think Kain’s been working on so diligently?”
“I don’t get a say?”
With everything going on, I didn’t even think about the fact that Kain hadn’t given me the go ahead about telling Kira about him. Well, a man told his woman everything, didn’t he?
“Since it’s been a day of revelations, I suppose I should tell you about Kain.”
“I knew it. He’s an ex-con.”
A belly laugh rolled through me. “Oh, man. He’ll get a kick out of that one.”
She pinched my side.
“Ow. Okay, okay.” I brought her hand up to my mouth for a kiss along her wrist. “Kain is not just a chef.”
“Duh.”
“He’s hiding out because his dad died recently.”
“Oh.” Instantly contrite, she turned into me to cup my face. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t he tell any of us?”
“They didn’t have a great relationship and he’s pretty messed up about it. The thing is, Kain is kind of…”
“Kind of what? Famous? He’s a model.”
“What?” I laughed again. “No, not a model. Don’t say that shit to him. He’s got enough of an ego.” I laced our fingers. Mostly so she wouldn’t hit me. “He’s rich.”
“Rich?”
I winced. “Like eight figures rich.”
“What?” Her voice went shrill. “A billionaire is cooking at our taproom?”
At least she called it our taproom. “Yeah. He loves it. And it’s helped him a ton. Kain’s actually a pretty famous architect, so the famous isn’t that far off.”
“And he’s making you a house?”
“Pretty sure it’s going to be our wedding present.”
“You do realize you haven’t even asked me yet, right?” Her eyes were suspiciously shiny in the dark.
“I know. But you’re going to say yes.”
She leaned across me and opened the door and pushed me out. “Go. I’m starving and you’re going to feed me, then we’re going to have some really hot sex. Then I’m sleeping until I wake up.”
I stumbled out onto the pavement and saved myself from landing on my ass by grabbing the door. “Why you gotta be so rough?”
She scooted out of my side of the truck and slammed it shut. “You like when I’m rough.”
