Page 19 of Inked Heart

“Nice to meet you guys. Miles good to see you again.” He says shaking Chip’s hand. When he gets to Dex he pauses for a minute, but then shakes his hand. My dick brothers don’t say anything and don’t do anything but that bro nod thing. They keep trying to stare around me at the game.

“Anyways, I’ll start dinner. El can you help me?”

“Of course, baby.” He says as I step in front of him. His hand immediately goes to the small of my back and I shiver. This man, with his hands on me, melts me.

Once in the kitchen, I turn to El. I pull him in for a kiss and then get to work on the tacos.

“That smells delicious, baby.” El says pulling plates down and setting the little round table in the kitchen. I haven’t been able to use the dining room for anything yet, but I have a feeling that is about to change.

At the dinner table everyone is chowing down.

“I went ahead and hired a receptionist. She starts next week.” Forks drop, and I have three sets of eyes on me. “What?” I ask. I’m sick of these dicks always procrastinating.

“That’s my job.” Miles said.

“I know.” I say as I roll my eyes “But this girl is perfect for the shop. Trust me.” He really doesn’t look happy. At all. But he goes back to eating and griping.

“Fine. She is perfect.” Miles says, going back to his taco.

“It’s El’s sister. Just trust me.” I say again.

After that, the conversation between the guys gets better and by the time I serve them the chocolate cake I made earlier, they are all fast friends.

“So, El. We must participate in a softball league for charity. Do you play? Kitty can’t play anymore since you knocked her up and we are in the playoffs.” Dex says. I throw my napkin at him.

“You can’t replace me. I am the best pitcher in the league.”

“We got to. No way are we letting you anywhere near the plate.” Dex says, shoveling more cake into his mouth.

“I’ve been known to play. Luckily enough, I was the pitcher for the Moosehead Wildcats my senior year.”

“Assholes. All of you are assholes.” I say, starting to clear the table.

“I’ll help baby.” El offers, but I hold out my hand motioning for him to sit back down.

“Don’t worry about it El. I got it, you stay and talk strategy.” I take the stack of dishes into the kitchen, laughing all the way.

Men. Can’t live with them. Can’t live without them.

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