Page 45 of Falling for Brody

"See you then, Bea."

Rhea looked over at Brody and saw him smiling.

"She still calls you dear."

Rhea smiled. "She can call me anything she wants."

Brody put on his signal to turn onto the next street. "When do I get to do that?"

Rhea looked over at him, wondering about the softer tone of his voice, but nothing looked different about him.

Maybe she'd just misheard what she'd thought she heard.

He looked over at her and pointed at the menu he'd put on the dash. "Better pick out what you want to order so we can get you home to your son."

She grinned at him. "You're quickly becoming one of my favorite people, you know."

"I am?"

She nodded. "Next to Chip and Bea? You're practically top of the list."

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Rhea barely waitedfor Brody to put the rig in park before she opened her door and slid out with a bag in each hand. "Come on, Brody. Let's go."

She used her foot to kick the door closed and he watched her practically skip down the walkway to the front porch.

He should have gone right after her, but the sight of her curvy hips and the way that her uniform pants showed off her ass to its most amazing advantage? He had to take a moment to adjust himself in his pants and think of anything he could to fight down the erection that had just popped up.

He pushed his door open and wiggled his hips as he pushed the side of his hand against his dick to get it settled in place. He had a feeling that he would have to get more pairs of uniform pants with more space in them if he was going to be half-hard all the time he was with her.

The door of the house opened up and Missus Hardy stepped out. She lifted her hand and waved at him. "Brody? Come inside!"

Brody looked at the clock on his dash and realized that it was early, before seven.

He had a feeling that Missus Hardy wasn't going to stop calling to him.

Thinking of creepy clown dolls, he slid out of his seat on the rig and jogged around to the path leading up to the porch.

"Morning, Missus-"

She gave him a sharp look, softened with a smile. "Hmm?"

"Good morning, Bea."

She gave him a big, ear-to-ear smile and gave him a pat on his shoulder. "Come on in, dear boy."

He opened the door and held it for her, giving her a curious look as she went. "Dear boy?"

She turned around once she was inside and gave him a sassy look. "Do as I say, dear boy. Do as I say."

He lifted an eyebrow as she gestured toward the kitchen.

"Go ahead and wash up. I've already set the table."

Dutifully, he moved to the sink and turned on the water. She had a bar of soap beside the sink that he had a feeling was going to make him smell flowery or fruity, he wasn't sure which one it would be. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands to get some of the soap on his hands.

As he rubbed his hands together and then at the backs of each hand, he saw Missus Hardy come up beside him at the sink. "So, how was it?"

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