Page 126 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

“Banana. It’s good. Want to try it?”

“No.” But her expression remained open and interested.

He shot Hellcat a questioning look.Is this okay?She nodded. He grabbed a knife and a banana from the fruit basket, and then sat down next to her. After peeling it, he sliced right down the middle and stuck the stalks in the bowl. “Now, you’ve got trees. And you know what dinosaurs do with trees, right?”

She lowered her face and gnashed the bananas. When she lifted, he spooned yogurt into her mouth.

“You like it?” her grandpa asked.

She nodded with enthusiasm and took the next mouthful.

“All right, I’m ready.” Noa burst into the kitchen. With her sequined jeans, platform wedges, and sunshine yellow tank top, she looked radiant.

“Way to make an entrance,” Margot said with admiration.

“Way to go incognito,” Hellcat said with an appreciative grin.

“There’s no hiding this personality.” Ginty came up behind his bride and wrapped his arms around her.

“She’s irrepressible.” Hellcat handed Booker a cheese stick. “Try to get her to eat this, too, and then, she’s all good.” She kissed her daughter on the cheek. “Grandma and Grandpa will take you to the festival, and I’ll meet you there. Does that sound good?”

“Hosey ride?” Stevie asked.

“Yep,” Hellcat said. “You’ll get a stagecoach ride, and you’ll visit the petting zoo.”

“I pet aminals?”

“Yes.” Hellcat smiled adoringly at her daughter. “Goats and sheep and chickens and cows.”

“Shickens?” Stevie kicked her legs out.

“But we can’t leave until you finish lunch,” her grandpa said.

She took a giant bite of the cheese stick. With a full mouth, she said, “I weady, Gampa.”

“Okay, sweetie.” Her grandpa wiped her fingers with a napkin while Margot grabbed the diaper bag. “Let’s go.”

“See you soon.” Hellcat pointed a finger at Noa. “Don’t you dare go axe throwing without me.”

“Wouldn’t consider it.” Noa hooked her arm through Ginty’s and followed the grandparents out the back door.

The moment they were alone, Booker popped out of the chair and scooped Hellcat into his arms. He kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in a month. And somehow, it felt like he hadn’t.

She scraped her hands through his hair?—

“Oh.”

They both straightened and pulled apart at the sound of Noa’s voice.

“Ginty forgot his?—”

The groom came in behind her. “I forgot my phone.” He looked between the three of them, obviously confused.

Guilt washed through Booker, and he didn’t know why.

He’s my client. My private life is none of his business.

“Are you two hooking up?” Noa asked.

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