Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
She gasped. “That’s your favorite.”
I laughed. “Trust me?”
She nodded. “With my whole heart.”
“Damn, woman. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I threaded our hands together and walked up the steps, feeling buoyed by the way she loved me, so open and honest that it humbled me. It didn’t just make me want to be a better man, it forced me to become the man she saw when she looked at me.
I opened the front door and called, “Hello?”
“Back here,” Ma shouted. I could already hear the smile in her voice before we made it to the kitchen.
“Hey, Jamie? When did you get back, man?”
My kid brother smiled back at me, his hair cut short. Scruff covered his face, but it was him. Only now he was a cop.
“Couple days ago. Ma said to wait for you to let Savannah come up for air before reaching out.”
“I said no such thing,” Ma insisted, but the laughter in her voice said she was lying. “I said give them time to get used to each other.”
“You should have come by. You’re always welcome, man. Always.” Damn, the whole family was here, and I was so damn happy, it took me a minute to turn and check on Savannah.
She didn’t need me to, though. She stepped forward and wrapped Jameson in a hug. “You look good. How is it, being a cop?”
Jameson didn’t look bothered by her affection, just nodded. “So far, so good. Sucks being low man on the totem pole, but I’ll be finishing my field training with the Feds, so that should be interesting.”
My brows shot up in surprise. “Wow. Who the hell did you impress?”
“The question is who didn’t I impress, Charlie.”
I laughed and shook my head because no matter how old we got, or where life took us, we would always just be us. Two brothers, giving each other shit.
“You know who you’ll be working with yet?” It wasn’t fair to pump him for information, but if it was Addison Beck, he needed to be warned.
“Don’t know yet.”
“Only a copper for a couple weeks and already he’s lost brain cells.” The plain-spoken feminine voice that entered the kitchen surprised the hell out of me.
“God help us all.” Madison rolled her eyes and set a blue box on the counter before hugging my mom.
“Uhhh…Madison? What’s going on?”
Madison turned to me and shrugged. “What? We’re friends. You got a problem with that?”
“Yeah, no. Maybe.” I didn’t have time to question it though because Ma put us all to work, carrying food out to the table in the backyard where Dad sat with a platter of barbecued ribs.
“Jana, you cooked all this?” Savannah looked at the table, loaded up with fried chicken and mashed potatoes, which was her favorite food, lasagna which was mine, and barbecue to celebrate the return of my baby brother.
“Wow. You didn’t have to do all this,” she said. The awe in her voice made Ma smile and place a hand over her heart.
“Of course I did, honey. And Max helped me. I wanted you to know how happy we are that Charlie finally has a real girlfriend. Someone to come home to. I thought I’d have to meddle before he saw the light.”
“Ma,” I groaned and the whole damn table erupted in laughter.
“It’s true, but you figured it out on your own, so I didn’t have to.”
“Thank fuck,” my dad growled, earning a backhand on the shoulder.
We ate until we were full and happy and just a little bit drunk. It was the perfect night.
Just fucking perfect.
My club was thriving and I was in love with the perfect woman who looked at me like I was someone special. There was only one thing to do next.
Tell her how I felt about her. For real.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Savannah
“Are you sure you don’t want any help, Jana? You did all the cooking, and you shouldn’t have to clean.” Not that I was well versed in the art of doing dishes and cleaning up in general, but she’d gone through so much effort to make me feel welcome, it was the least I could do.
But Jana waved me off, a gleam in her eye. “I’ll do the dishes so I can spy on you two while Charlie shows you his tree house.”
My eyes went round as they followed Jana’s gaze to the treehouse high up in an old oak tree, I was sure provided a massive amount of shade in the daytime. “A treehouse? How adorable!”
“It’s not adorable,” Charlie insisted.
“It was our junior clubhouse,” Jameson added. “And it was manly as fuck.”
“Totally,” Charlie agreed quickly, and I laughed.
“I stand corrected,” I said, barely containing my laughter. “But now I have to see it.”
“It’s not that impressive,” Madison added with a shrug. “But it will provide endless hours of mocking, so I highly recommend the trip.”