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“What’s on your mind, Sloane?”
“How long do we have until the food is ready?”
Removing the pan from the heat, I’m ready to haul her to bed when her stomach growls again. “Food first, then bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
The low groan that escapes me echoes through the cabin.
“Fuck it. I’ll feed you in bed.”
Clutching her around the middle, I lift her easily and toss her onto the bed. Then, I rush to the bathroom, and grab a handful of condoms. I’ve never been so fucking happy to have a meddling GG in my life.
Chapter 24
Sloane
“Bake at 350 for thirty-five to forty minutes?”
“Yup. You’ve got this. Just sit there watching it,” Lexi instructs over FaceTime.
“Tell her to take it out when the edges are brown, not black. Brown,” GG’s voice calls from somewhere behind Lexi.
In the three weeks we’ve been at the cabin, Loki tried to teach me to cook, and it ended with a fire in the oven. Sylvie tried, and I may have given Loki food poisoning. Julia’s mother tried to help three times, and we ended up with some bricks to line the fireplace with.
After speaking to Lanie, she suggested I try GG. Supposedly, she’s the queen of coffee cake. Go figure.
“Let me have that phone, Lex. You go find your Grumpy-Growler and tell him to get his ass in here for dinner.”
“Fucking hell, GG. He’s not my anything,” she yells back.
“So, Easton’s still there?” I ask.
“Like a bad rash,” Lexi grumbles.
“Oh, shush. He’s doing us a favor. A little sunshine from you won’t hurt if ya know what I mean,” GG says, waggling what’s left of her eyebrows.
“You want me to pimp myself out to Easton?” Lexi counters.
“Get out of here, ya sassy little shit.”
“Love you, GG. Bye Sloane. Good luck with the cake. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she calls while walking out of the frame.
“Right, talk to you tomorrow,” I grumble. I’ve spoken to GG every day for the last week because I keep burning the shit out of thisno-failcake.
“Don’t go feeling sorry for yaself. That will get us nowhere,” GG scolds when we’re alone again.
“I’m not.”
“Ya are. I wasn’t born yesterday, Runner.” She also refuses to call me Sloane. I’m Runner, and Loki is Chaser.
“Where is Chaser today, anyway?” she asks.
“He’s down the hill waiting for Marianne to bring our supplies.”
We’ve been here longer than he expected and needed someone to replenish our groceries.
