Page 78 of A Not So Merry Rescue
“Thought there wasn’t much sleeping going on tonight.”
“Wiseass. For that quip, I’m choosing your undergarments.”
“Not any you bought today. Those have to be washed before wearing.” I shudder at the grossness of wearing them without washing.
He scratches his head. “Damn. Really wanted to see you in the black and red one. Will it be dry for tomorrow if I wash it when we get home?”
“You’re going to do my laundry?” I squeal at the thought. Elias would barely fold his own clothes, let alone wash and dry them.
“Yes. Give me anything else you want washed.” My mouth opens, but the man anticipates my question. “I’ll do them on delicate. I think I even have one of those mesh bags leftover from . . . never mind. That’s not important.”
I cross over to where he stands, looking up at him. “You spoil me.”
He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “You deserve it.” He leans in, his lips meeting the top of my head. I’m going to miss those the most.
If this thing between us wasn’t temporary, would it have a chance of going the distance?
22
willa
Despite havingto hide my distaste for the Nicholas’s Christmas decorations—and there are aplethora—I love Beckett’s family. His mom, Bethany, welcomed me into the fold the minute I walked into the house, wrapping her arms around me in the tightest hug ever. In all my twenty-eight years, my mother hasn’t once hugged me so tight and for so long. No wonder Beckett is the way he is.
If he met my mom, would he think the same of me? I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came, not needing anything to bring me down tonight.
Bethany introduced me to the rest of the family as “Beck’s Willa.”
Heck if I didn’t mind belonging to him for the night.
Except to me, he’s Beckett, not Beck. And no amount of spending time with his family is going to change that.
“Family, we have an announcement,” Heidi proclaims once everyone’s arrived.
“You’re knocked up,” Shania guesses, much to her aunt’s chagrin. Heidi schools her expression quickly, but if I noticed, no doubt others did, too.
“Yes. Best Christmas present ever.” Lenny wraps her up in his arms, his hands splayed over her tiny belly.
“Congrats!”
“So exciting!”
“Well done, Lenny.” That’s their dad, Merritt. Beckett’s a younger version of him, without the beard. I’m kinda partial to the scruff and stubble Beckett’s had these past few days. My thighs especially.
Heat flames my cheeks. I shouldn’t be thinking about Beckett going down on me while there are other people around.
When we’re at his parents’ house.
When his sister just announced she’s pregnant.
But hell if I can help it. Because the man is striking to ogle. And of course, he doesn’t miss my staring. Caught in the act, he winks at me, once from each eye, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
Based on the color of my face, he probably does.
Hugs, high-fives, and congrats are shared among the family members, and Merritt proposes a toast.
With spiked eggnog.
Gag me.
