Page 39 of Beau & Autumn

“Urgh, I hope I don’t look like him!”

“Did she have the Pinot Grigio?” Hudson’s voice suddenly booms from behind, his eyes finding my sister. “She always gets like this on that second glass.”

Georgia rolls her eyes. “Nice of you to notice, GP. Come and have a hot chocolate with us, Beau is being a big old Grandma. That is if you're not gonna give us a lecture as well?” She doesn’t wait for him to answer before they turn and march off.

Hudson and I share a look and I shake my head. “Women.”

“Especially those with Bassett in the title.”

“Thank God they’re not driving.”

“The only place they’re gonna be drivin’ is us crazy.”

“Don’t leave me alone with them,” I beg while we both walk toward Georgia’s door.

He slaps me on the back. “You don’t need protection from little old Georgia-Blue, surely?”

“They’ll gang up on me when they're both on the Pinot Grigio.”

“You’re gonna have to suck it up.”

“I’ll pay you to deal with my drunken sister.” I swipe a hand over my face. We all know how real Georgia likes to get. And since she suspects I like Autumn, I’ve no doubt she will blurt something out to embarrass me.

“I’d consider it but I have to be up early in the morning.”

“Aww, is someone a big party pooper?” Georgia laughs, turning her head toward us. “Then again, it is way past your bedtime, old man.”

Hudson narrows his eyes. I hear a rumble in his chest. “Goodnight, Blue Belle. I’ll remember you called me an old man when you need something from me in the not-too-distant future.”

She pokes her tongue out as Hudson's eyebrows rise in surprise. “Goodnight, old wise one. I’ll be sure to speed dial you when my luck runs out.”

“Look forward to it.”

I look between them and notice my sister looks away first, her cheeks flushing.

Hudson gives me a chin lift. “Later, Beau.”

“See ya,” I say, stepping over the threshold, following the girls inside.

“He’s so grouchy,” Georgia complains.

“You just called him old twice, and a party pooper.”

“So, Autumn thinks you're a doo-doo head.”

I take a long, drawn out exhale. I’ve no words forming in response to that.

“I was just joking.” I enter Georgia’s little kitchen and see the full-blown sight of Autumn's ass in the air as she hunts around in the cupboard.

Holy Jesus have mercy.

Her jeans are stretched around her derrière and it is a mighty fine sight. Once more, my dick kicks in my jeans telling me he wants to play.

Georgia yawns, then goes and curls up on the couch. So much for hot chocolate making.

“Hey!” Autumn calls, but Georgia's eyes are already closed.

“She can’t be trusted,” I laugh. “The machine's on the counter there, but don’t ask me how to work the thing.”

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