Page 156 of Butter My Biscuit

She stands and walks around the desk, giving him a tight hug. Beckett squeezes her.

“Glad you two didn’t fuck this up.”

“Damn, me too,” I say, holding out my hand, and Grace takes it. “Thanks, bro.”

“Get outta here before I change my mind,” he says, but he’s smiling.

Grace and I pick up our pace, and I lead her through the barn. I glance at the ladder, then lift a brow.

She chews on the corner of her lip before turning and climbing up. I follow behind her, and we tumble on top of the loose hay, and she giggles.

“Nope!” Beckett yells from the ground.

“He’s down there,” Grace whispers as I lay her back down. Her dark hair is splayed around her head, and she’s grinning with hooded eyes.

“No fuckin’ in the loft! We had an agreement, Harrison!” he growls, and then I hear him climbing the wooden ladder.

I dip down and kiss her. “We’re gonna have to take a rain check on this spot.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “I love that this is our life.”

“Forever,” I say.

“It’s a life sentence,” she reminds me just as Beckett’s head pops up behind us.

“Down now.” He holds on with one hand and points with the other.

“Is that your dad voice?” I turn and look at him, and his face whitens. I sit up, turning all of my attention to him, and Grace sits up with hay in her hair.

His mouth falls open and then closes.

“Is Summer pregnant?” I lower my voice, meeting his eyes, and there is no doubt about it in his expression.

“I’m not having this discussion,” he says.

A roar of laughter releases from me as Beckett climbs down. I smack a kiss on Grace’s mouth, and then we follow Beckett. When he turns around, I wrap him in a tight hug.

“Congrats, man. That’s exciting. Starting your family with the woman of your life.”

“Fuck, I knew I’d be the one to slip,” he says. “But we’re not telling anyone yet because it’s still the danger zone, ya know. So, you’d both better keep your goddamn mouths shut. And when we announce it to the entire family, you’d both better act surprised, like I laid a golden egg or some shit. Because if Mama finds out you two knew before her …”

“We’re not telling anyone,” Grace says, hugging him too. “What about the wedding?”

He meets Grace’s eyes. “You think you can put one together in a month? She already started talking about not having a shotgun wedding and everything else. You know how Summer gets.”

“I do.” Her head falls back in laughter, and she glances my way. “A month is nothing, considering what I pulled off before. We’ll get you two hitched before she starts showing. Our secret. Won’t say a thing. I’ll call her and tell her you were so desperate to make her your wife that youforcedme to call her.”

“Plausible.” I shrug. “He is an asshole and impatient.”

Beckett flips me off, and he sighs. “Kinda feels good to tell someone though. Found out when you were in Paris. Pretty sure you would’ve figured it out had you been here.”

“Sterling didn’t notice you were off?”

Beckett laughs. “He’s about to be nineteen, and he doesn’t pay attention to us. Honestly, makes me feel old as fuck.”

Grace nods. “So, is the house y’all are building almost ready?”

“Yes. I love living in the one-bedroom together, but it’s … tight. With a baby on the way, that shit won’t fly.”

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