Page 26 of Skid
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“Pfft, it’s no big deal. I’d be more concerned about the talking in your sleep thing.”
“Do what?”
“Ah, yeah. You are quite the chatterbox. I couldn’t make out what you were saying. Hell, for a minute, I thought you were talking Mandarin.”
“Oh, you’re messing with me now.”
“Afraid not.” His smirk widened. “And your leg was doing this weird twitching thing. You should probably get that checked out.”
“Thatch.”
“It’s better than passing gas.” He was fighting hard to bite back his laughter as he said, “But actually, I’m pretty sure you did that, too.”
“I did no such thing!”
“Nah, you didn’t.”
“You’re gonna pay for that.”
“I’ll look forward to it.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “But I gotta say, I was glad to see you were getting some sleep.”
“You’re still gonna pay.”
“Counting on it.” He motioned his head toward the clock as he said, “Now, get to moving. We need to go get knot-head before she decides to move in with Jenna and Pop.”
“That is a possibility,” I giggled, tossing back the covers. “But you don’t have to go. I can run over there myself.”
“I don’t mind.” He cocked his brow. “Unless you’re ready to get rid of me, and if that’s the case, I can…”
“Not at all.”
“Good. Then, let’s get to it.”
As soon as I was dressed, Thatch and I got in his truck and drove over to Grim and Jenna’s. We’d barely parked the truck when Baylor and Luna came scrambling out the front door like little hurricanes. Jenna and Grim followed after them, and they both seemed to be in good spirits. I hoped that meant they’d had a good night.
“She survived!” Thatch cheered, lifting Baylor into his arms. “Did you have a good night?”
“I not ready to go.”
“So, you had fun, huh?”
“Um-hmm.” Baylor gave me a pout. “I wanna stay.”
“I know, sweetie, but we have things to do today, and I’m sure Jenna and Grim do, too.”
“Your momma is right,” Grim interjected. “But don’t sweat it. We’ll be seeing you guys on Thursday.”
“Thursday?”
“Thanksgiving lunch at the clubhouse,” Grim answered. “You guys are coming, right?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I’d totally forgotten that Thanksgiving was coming up. Not that it would’ve mattered. I hadn’t really celebrated it since Baylor was born, and I thought this year would be no different, until now. I glanced over at Thatch. “We haven’t really talked about it.”
“We’ll be there,” Thatch answered, turning his attention back to Baylor. “Which means you can spend all afternoon hanging out with Luna and eating the best pie you ever put in your mouth. How does that sound?”
“I like pie.”
