Page 58 of Love Is Ale You Need

No! *cry laughing emoji* But I’m kind of concerned that’s where your mind first went to.

Dessa

*shrug emoji*

Rylee

He went to Whispering Pines Assisted Living to call bingo.

Dessa

Awww that’s so sweet. So, a bingo orgy.

Rylee

Not really. More bingo, less orgy. But it doesn’t change the fact I’m a complete dumbass. I was so embarrassed. But the good news is we’re exclusive friends.

Dessa

Yay! *hip thrusting GIF*

TWENTY

PAPER RINGS

Trey

I unload containers of Chicken Tikka Marsala, Tandoori Chicken, and Samosas on the counter. After Rylee’s bingo stunt, I knew her feelings for me run deeper than she wants to admit. I’ve waited over thirty years to find the perfect woman, I can wait a little longer. That also won’t stop me from wooing the hell of her at every opportunity. Tonight that includes me bringing over dinner.

“This smells delicious.” Rylee strolls up from behind me and presses a kiss to my cheek.

I wrap my arm around her waist, hauling her to me before she can get away. “You smell even better.” I nuzzle my nose right below her ear and press my lips to her neck savoring her sweet vanilla scent.

She tilts her head, giving me better access. “Mmm. As much as I want you to continue with the kisses, Abby’s in the other room.”

I give her another quick kiss and break a part.

Abby races down the hallway and into the kitchen. “Trey!”

“Abby!” I bend down on one knee. We slap hands together and then wiggle our fingers.

Rylee’s gaze flits from me to Abby, an amused grin on her face. “What was that?”

“Our secret handshake,” I say.

“Yeah! Our secret handshake!” Abby repeats.

“Now, I feel left out that I don’t get a secret handshake.” She teasingly juts out her bottom lip.

Rising to my feet, I lean in next to her ear. I lower my voice to a hushed tone, ensuring that only she can hear. “I’ll give you something to shake later.” I wink.

She gently pushes me away and softly laughs. “Abby, go wash your hands for dinner.”

Abby scampers through the kitchen and the faucet in the bathroom turns on. Rylee’s phone buzzes on the counter. Her eyebrows pinch together as she stares at the screen.

“It’s work. Let me see what it is.”

I nod.

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