Page 94 of So in Love
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Crystal’s parentslived on a sprawling thirty-acre farm with horses, cows, goats, chickens, and geese.She gave him a thorough tour that afternoon in the sparkling winter sunlight, and they’d ended up in the barn, nestled in a pile of hay.
Now, as they made their way inside, Jamie noted that they’d missed a piece of straw in her hair.“Hold on.”He reached for the hay and pulled it from her locks, then tossed it to the ground.“Better now.”
She smoothed her hands over her hair and her hips and backside.“Are you sure?I will never hear the end of it from my brothers if they spot anything on me.Probably should’ve avoided the hay.”
He leered at her, his gaze raking over her gorgeous form.“We did try to use the blanket for the most part.”
“Yes, and that’s the only way we managed what we did.I donotrecommend hay on a bare ass.”
He laughed, kissing her briefly as they reached the back door.“I don’t want to know how you can speak to that.”
She slipped her arms around his neck.“Trust me, after today, the only person I remember tumbling in the hay with is you.”
He claimed her mouth, sliding his tongue deep into her warmth.The door opened suddenly and a loud “Ahem” fell over them.
Crystal pulled back and opened the screen door.“Hey, Trent.This is Jamie.Jamie, this is Trent.He’s forty now, which means he’s officially an old fart.”
Trent gripped Jamie’s hand with a grin.“So you’re the guy turning my sister’s head.”
Jamie laughed.“Uh, sure.But I think it’s probably the other way around.”
Trent winked at him.“Smart guy.You want a beer?”
“Sure.”He touched Crystal’s back as she walked in before him.
Trent closed the door once they were inside.“Crystal, I’m stealing your guy for a bit.”He moved his head to the left, indicating Jamie should follow him.
Crystal snagged Jamie’s hand and leaned close.“You’ll be fine.”
He wasn’t entirely convinced, but what could he do?
Jamie trailed Trent into a large living room with tall windows and cozy furniture.Crystal’s remaining brothers stood from where they’d been sitting, and her father got up from a recliner.Jamie had met Crystal’s mother earlier, but her father had still been at the feed store.
Trent led him across the room to the patriarch.“Dad, this is Jamie, Crystal’s guy.”
Chuck Donovan shook Jamie’s hand with a fierce grip.He sported a thick head of gun-metal gray hair and dark blue eyes that matched his daughter’s.“Good to meet you.”
Her other two brothers came forward.The first, a lanky bloke with blond hair and gray eyes, offered his hand.“I’m Sam.”
“Hi, Sam.That’s my dad’s name,” Jamie said, shaking his hand and turning to the third brother.“That means you must be Fitz.”
“That’s me.”He was called Fitz from his middle name, Fitzgerald or something.He brushed his brown hair from his forehead.“You need a beer?”
“Got it,” Trent called, reentering the room.He must’ve dashed out to grab it.“Hope you like amber.”
“I like everything, thanks.”
“Oh, good.I worried you maybe didn’t like beer and were just being polite.Alaina said you own a winery.”
“With my brothers and friend.”
Everyone sat back down, Chuck in his recliner and the boys on a large sectional.Jamie could either squeeze in with them or sit on the hearth.He chose the hearth.
“How many brothers?”Fitz asked.
“Three—all older.”
