Page 81 of Brides and Brothers
Daisha picked up a potato and scrubbed the skin under the water in the sink. “I’m actually a very hard worker, I’ll have you know.”
Camille almost laughed. Why had Daisha felt the need to say that? Benson didn’t care.
“I’m sure you are,” he said. “I only want to tell you some of my jokes to prove I have a sense of humor.”
“Potato jokes only prove you have a dorky sense of humor.”
Benson’s profile looked affronted. “My jokes are amazing.”
“Let’s hear them, then.”
“Nice try. You’ve only washed two potatoes.”
Daisha washed three more at a ridiculous speed. “There. Done!”
Benson dropped his knife and leaned against the sink. The action forced Daisha to step back against the wall to create some space between them. Benson didn’t look at all uncomfortable. “What kind of potato kisses another potato?”
Daisha’s face went lax, and she stared at his lips, then whipped her gaze back to his. He smiled, and she blushed.
“Do you want to guess?” he asked.
“Um...”
Daisha was not the type to go speechless. She was a practical, rational person who had been proposed to before. Why was she fumbling over a kissing-potato joke? Camille put the book to her mouth to hold back her squeal of delight.
“Is that your guess?” Benson asked.
Daisha was trying to act cool—Camille gave her that—but she put her hand on the counter and missed that Benson’s was already in that exact spot. She jumped and put her hands behind her back against the wall. “My guess? Could you remind me of the joke?”
“What kind of potato kisses another potato?”
Daisha shrugged. “For the life of me, I can’t think of the answer.”
If Daisha were a potato and kissed the potato in front of her, then she would be a very lucky potato.
“A partici-tater.”
“A participator? Er, tater?” Daisha busted up. Daisha didn’t do the full-on laugh thing unless it was late at night and someone had convinced her to eat something sugary. She was laughing hard now, though, so hard she slid down the wall onto the floor. Benson had been almost too serious about the joke, making it funnier than it should’ve been.
“That’s the worst joke ever. I can’t breathe! Help me! I’ll die over that stupid joke!”
Benson grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. “Do you need mouth-to-mouth?”
Daisha’s laugh silenced instantly. Benson did not just say that. It was another joke, but again he’d been too serious when he said it. He blushed. Yeah, he was regretting that one. Daisha stared at him, and then they both started laughing.
Camille pulled her phone out and finally turned on her music. The heat in her own cheeks was proof she had been watching for far too long. She glanced up to see Daisha push her head into Benson’s shirt and Benson wrap his arms around her. They were still laughing, but Camille was wide-eyed.
The doorbell rang, and Benson dropped his arms and Camille looked away.
Raina bolted into the kitchen. “You can’t answer the door! Macey isn’t here yet. She texted to say she left the testing center. We need to stall.”
Camille pulled out an earbud in case she needed to help. Emma walked into the kitchen behind her. She was gorgeous. More than the makeup and cute clothes was the radiance behind her smile. She had bloomed.
“That must be Easton,” Emma said. “Have a good night, everyone.”
“Easton?” Daisha, Benson, and Raina all said at once.
Emma ignored them and slipped past Raina to the front door. Camille gave her a little knowing wave, and Emma smiled in return.
