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Slowly releasing my legs I stand, wobbly legs and all, his hands gripping my hips. Still neither of us say a word.
Then there is a knock at the door and we both freeze.
“Lexi?” Camryn hollers. “I have to pee.”
My eyes widen, so do Bennett’s as we both try to weigh out our options.
“There is no easy way out of this.” He chuckles and I poke him in the ribs. “What?”
“Get dressed,” I tell him, “and then pretend to be fixing the sink.”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t know,” I say, hanging my head.
“Babe.” I lift my gaze to meet his. “She knows we are together.”
“That doesn’t make it any easy to explain why you and I are in the shower together, naked.”
“We can’t shower with our clothes on.”
“Bennett,” I say in a warning tone, this is not the time for his sarcasm and humor. He steps back, opening up the shower door to step out.
I hurry out after him, towel off and grab my robe. “Distract her,” I say, pointing to the door. “I’ll slip out and she will never know.”
“Oh she knows.” He slips his shirt over his head.
“Will you stop being a pain in my ass, and just do it.”
I step over behind the door, he opens it and I can see through the crack in the door. She is rubbing her eyes. “Hey, little fry,” he says, reaching out to rough up her hair. “You’re up early.”
“I heard someone yell.”
I cover my mouth and hang my head. When I look back up, Bennett is guiding her into the bathroom waving his hand for meto exit. Using his body to block her line of sight I slip out and down the hallway.
Shortly after Bennett comes out and meets me in the kitchen. “I think you are putting too much thought into this. I doubt she even noticed.”
“Why do you both have wet hair?” Camryn asks from the doorway and again Bennett and I freeze where we stand. Cam is looking back and forth between us both with her brows furrowed.
“Um.” Oh shit!
“What do you want for breakfast, little lady?” Bennett goes in for the detour and I do the mature thing. I go hide and blow dry my hair.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Bennett
“I brought lunch,”Sutton says, pointing to the cooler in the back of her SUV. She has the hatch open and everything ready. Plates, silverware, and several covered dishes sitting out. “Mama O’Shay did most of it, Jilly Bean tossed in dessert. I’m told to tell you all to pause and eat or she will be over here to force feed y’all.”
I arch my brow in confusion.
“Your mom, not Jillian,” Sutton adds with a laugh, which makes more sense.
One by one we all exit the house and the front porch and walk toward my sister-in-law’s car. Now when I look at Sutton all I see is the woman that makes my brother happy. She is my sister, and I love her, but those feelings I once thought I had for her are no longer existent.
Moving in a line we grab plates and start dishing things out. Sandwiches, several different sides, pastas, and more. Grabbinga water from the cooler I go back toward the porch and sit down, balancing my plate on my legs.
We’d all been working our asses off since before six this morning. With Thanksgiving only being a few days away, our hope is to have everything completed by mid December. It was looking good.
