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“I think I’m ready for dessert.”
Chuckling, he said, “I’ve been ready.”
Londyn lifted her head, frowned and elbowed him. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I was enjoying holding you in my arms.” He stroked a finger down her cheek.
“So, remember what happened earlier in the kitchen?”
“You mean the kisses?”
Londyn nodded. “I think we should get off this couch before we get into trouble.” She jumped up and nearly ran to the kitchen.
Braxton rose to his feet and followed, a wide grin plastered on his face. He asked her to get bowls from a cabinet while he retrieved the ice cream churn and placed it in the sink. “Serving spoons and the ice cream scoop are in that drawer.” He pointed. Londyn dished up the cobbler and before she could put the spoon in the sink, Braxton grabbed it, dug out a big spoonful and put it in his mouth. He prayed no one in his family ever asked him who made the best peach cobbler because he’d most likely never get any food from his mother and sister again. Londyn’s beat theirs, hands down and he thought no one could bake as well as the women in his family. Her French bread had been amazing, as well. “I’m going to say this and, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll deny it and never speak to you again. But this is better than my mom’s.”
“Hey, now.” She snapped her fingers and did a little hip swerve.
He’d known her less than a month, but he had to find a way to keep this woman in his life.
Chapter 7
“Iguess I’m going to have to get used to these weeknight dinners, since your weekends are tied up with Braxton,” Monique teased as she hugged Londyn.
Londyn pulled her friend into the foyer. “Oh, hush and come in. Felicia’s already here.”
“The only reason I came is because I want to get an update on your relationship…and because I knew you were making French bread.”
Felicia poked her head out of the kitchen. “Hey, Nique. And that’s why I’m here, too.”
“Hey, girl.” They embraced. “The bread smells so good.”
Londyn placed her hands on her hips. “Both of you can just leave. And you know what? I’m not telling y’all nothing.” Ignoring them, she placed slices of the bread in a basket with a small bowl of softened butter. She had decided on a salad bar with chicken, shrimp, cheeses, a variety of vegetables and bacon with a honey-lime vinaigrette for their Thursday dinner. Felicia had made mango margaritas to drink. Once they were settled at the table, Londyn asked Monique about the dinner date she’d had.
Monique rolled her eyes. “All I know is the next time my cousin tries to set me up with someone, I’m going to seriously hurt her. He’s forty-one and works as a business manager and we hit it off pretty well at my cousin’s house. We were supposed to go to dinner, but we ended up at one of those dinner clubs.” She slanted them a glance. “For the thirty andundercrowd. The music was so loud and obnoxious I couldn’t hear myself think. He got mad because I didn’t want to dance and refused to pay for the two drinks and expensive bottle of wine he ordered.”
“I’m getting mad and I wasn’t even there,” Felicia said with disgust.
“Do you know what he said when I pointed out thathe’daskedmeout, not the other way around? He told me, ‘you’re a doctor, you can afford it.’”
Londyn’s mouth fell open. “Oh, I know he didn’t. What did you do?”
“Threw up the deuces, called Lyft and took my ass home,” she finished with a smug smile. They dissolved in a fit of laughter.
“I would’ve loved to see his expression when that bill came and you were nowhere around,” Londyn said, still chuckling.
Felicia wiped tears from her eyes. “Same. Did he try to call you later?”
Monique shook her head. “Not once. When I got home, I blocked his number, then called my cousin and told her she’d better not ever mention my name to another man. The good thing is I had him pick me up a block from my office, so he has no idea where I live.”
“I have to wonder if he lied about his job,” Londyn said, spearing a cucumber.
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Monique frowned. “Enough of that. I’m trying to enjoy my bread.”
“Since I haven’t seen any action in at least four months, we can just skip me and go straight to Londyn.” Felicia sipped her margarita. “Oh, this is good. Go ahead, girl. Spill it.”
“We’ve only talked by text or phone for the past couple of weeks because both our schedules have been hectic.” She couldn’t believe it was the end of March already, and a little over a month since she’d met Braxton. It seemed like they’d known each other much longer. “But he cooked for me and, oh, my goodness, the man cancook!”
“Please tell me has at least one brother.”
