Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
My heart was suddenly in my throat.
“I don’t know much about you, Weber, but I have to tell you, I like what I see. And I certainly don’t want my stoic son back.” He chuckled suddenly. “I like the man who laughed at my jokes yesterday, and who sat and told me about some new procedure he used in the OR, and the one who’s going to bring me the beer he likes next time just so I can try it. I really like the stranger in my kitchen, and I could get used to having him around. This is selfish of me to say, I know that, but please, Weber, stick around, will you?”
“I would, sir, but I’m a ranch hand, as you know. Not a big call for that in San Francisco.”
He sighed deeply. “Tell me, do you care for him the same way he so obviously cares for you?”
I nodded. “That ain’t never been our problem.”
“Dad!”
He turned as Cy came striding out onto the deck.
“Your beloved Pack is playing.” He chuckled. “Get in there, old man.”
“You see that?” Owen said under his breath to me before standing up. “I had no idea he even knew Green Bay was my team.”
Owen smiled at his son as they passed each other, and Cy said he would be right in.
I waited and was rewarded with his hand on my knee and his shining eyes as he looked down at me.
“What?”
“You look really comfortable in my parents’ home.”
“It’s like a damn hunting lodge. What’s not to like?”
“Can I have that kiss now?”
“Oh hell no,” I growled. “You didn’t want it earlier.”
“You were disgusting earlier, but now you’re all clean, and you smell good, and you’re warm.”
I grunted as he bent toward me, and I lifted for his mouth. The kiss was chaste and sweet until he gently bit my lip and pressed for entrance. I made a noise in the back of my throat as his tongue slid over mine, and I took hold of his jacket. As I pulled him into my lap, his hands flattened on my chest, and he shifted around until he was across my thighs.
“You should go in,” I told him, breaking the kiss before it flared and consumed us.
“I’d much rather stay here and kiss you.”
“Weber!” Pip squealed from the door before launching himself at us.
The kids wanted attention, and only mine would do. Since the weather had cleared enough to walk, I took three dogs and five kids for a stroll around the neighborhood. When we got back, it was time to leave, since we had a long drive back to the city. Lyn and Cy both had to work the following morning.
I was not surprised that Vanessa and Victoria loved on me hard, kissing and hugging me and putting their little heads on my shoulder when they said their goodbyes. Little girls with big hearts just melted me.
I was surprised, however, that Angie and Rachel both hugged me tight as well. Owen clasped my hand and held on to my shoulder, and even Brett gave me the guy clench and said, “Don’t be a stranger.”
“My family loved you,” Cy said as we pulled away from the curb, glancing at me for a second before heading downhill on the long, winding road.
I grunted. “They were just bein’ polite.”
“No,” Lyn said from the seat behind me. “Our family is never polite, and remember what Brett and that guy Ross said about you.”
“Wait, what?” Cy asked, his voice rising, brows furrowed. “Tell me what was said.”
“It don’t matter none,” I soothed him, hand on his thigh, squeezing, then leaning in and kissing him. “Get us home.”
He growled, which was adorable.
Once there, Cy having driven well through pouring rain, Lyn and the boys came in to have dinner, which ended up being spaghetti and garlic bread, salad and wine. I let Tristan have a sip from my glass because he had learned in class, from one of the girls who did her country report on Italy, that there, kids drank wine from an early age. I had no idea, but Cy agreed with him, so he got to have a swallow of my Chianti. He decided to stick with milk.
The kids didn’t want to leave, but Lyn insisted, promising them that they could definitely have a sleepover later in the week. I told them I would see them all the next morning, and Pip wrapped around my leg, so I had to carry him that way back to the SUV. It was nice that the rain had cleared, leaving a cold, crisp night. After they were gone, I was rinsing the dishes, and washing the pots, when Cy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Tell me what my idiot brother and his friend said.”