Page 44 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

Hunter laughed, and I joined him.

“Happy to keep you from starving, Wyatt.”

“Thanks for the guy time,” he said to Hunter, holding up a large fist, which Hunter bumped with his much smaller one. “It was fun.”

“It was fun. Thank you back.” He turned to me, still smiling. “French toast is my new favorite,” he declared. “I love you, Molly.”

Tears stung the back of my eyes, and I shook my head. “I love you too, Hunter. You’re my favorite little boy in the whole world.”

He blushed adorably and shoved another piece of toast into his mouth, humming while he chewed.

My gaze locked with Colton’s, and it was seriously tense, thick with sexual tension even after last night. Slowly, his expression softened and spread into a smile before he winked. “Thank you for breakfast,” he said in a soft, low voice.

“My pleasure.” And it really was. Cooking for Hunter and Colton, seeing the way their faces lit up when they sat down to eat, filled me with a sense of joy and accomplishment that I’d never considered. Maybe cooking was my love language because I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt happier than this moment.

Too soon, breakfast was over, and Colton returned to the kitchen fully dressed for a day spent on the ranch. I handed him a sack of food because he’d slept in, which meant he would likely work through lunch. “For me?”

I nodded with a smile. “To keep you going until dinner.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

He looked over his shoulder and stepped in close, hooking an arm around my waist before he bent me over and kissed me until I was breathless and bursting with love for him. Our tongues danced together until the kiss became downright erotic. With a reluctant groan, he pulled back, wearing a sexy smile. “See you later.”

“Later,” I whispered in a shaky voice as I watched him walk out of the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, Molly?” Hunter frowned at me, and I could only imagine what I looked like in my disheveled, slightly off-kilter appearance.

“Nothing at all, I was just thinking about the best place to find flowers.”

“I know a place,” he shouted, jumping up and down with excitement. “Why do we need ’em?”

“I found a bunch of photos of your mama, and I was thinking we could make a multi-photo frame with pictures of you two together.”

He froze, and for a long moment, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. “Yeah?”

“Yep. This way you’ll always remember her.”

After a brief pause, Hunter flung his little body at me and wrapped his surprisingly strong arms around my legs. “Thank you, Molly. You’re the bestest ever!”

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly love the McCall men anymore, one of them goes and proves that my heart is even bigger and fuller than I ever imagined.

Chapter26

Colton

“Thanks, Wyatt, for babysitting last night.” If he hadn’t made the offer, I don’t know if I would’ve ever gotten my head un-stuck from my ass and asked Molly on a date. “It made all the difference in the world.”

Wyatt laughed and folded his arms, staring at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I guess that meant last night was everything you hoped it would be?”

I nodded and looked away. “More than I hoped, actually.” After the fourth or maybe it was the fifth orgasm of the night, Molly had whisperedI love youbefore she drifted to sleep with her cheek pressed to my chest.

“More? Well, hot damn!” Wyatt smacked his hands together like he was cheering at a rodeo event. “It’s about damn time. I was sure you were auditioning to become one of those sexless monks who look twenty even when they’re eighty years old.”

I rolled my eyes. “Funny.”

“Thanks, all the ladies think so.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “So what did you do? And I’m not talking about the cause of that obvious glow, or what prompts a woman to wake up at dawn to whip up a breakfast feast.”

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