Page 35 of Lasso Lovebirds

“Will you two get a room?” Benny quipped playfully.

Pris sighed dramatically. “We’ll return.”

“Better make it quick,” Boone called from the kitchen. “Beau should be here in five.”

She stood up, taking my hand with her as she led me out of the dining room. I blushed as a few eyes followed us, but everyone seemed to be happy for whatever was developing. What that was, I wasn’t entirely sure. But, it felt right.

And that’s all that mattered, right?

Pris led me to a door frame between the living room and the hall, and backed me against it. I tipped my head back, my body anticipating her touch.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked.

I answered by leaning forward to kiss her hard. She froze for a second and then melted, her hands cupping my face. Pris pulled back and let out a deep hum.

“Does that answer your question?” I whispered.

“Sure does,” she murmured.

“How are you and Beau?”

“Good. I don’t think either one of us expected to fall into bed. It just happened, and then I worried about ruining this with you . . .”

“The tension has been brewing for a long time, it seems like,” I said. “And you didn’t ruin anything. How many times should I say I like both of you? I like both of you, Pris. I like both of you a lot.”

“Well . . . I know I like you. I know he likes you.”

“Good,” I teased. “Glad we got that established.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Brat.”

“I can brat if you want me to. Or I can get on my knees for you. Really, I’ll do whatever you want . . .”

“Sky,” she hissed.

The front door swung open and Beau stepped in, his gaze immediately lifting to us. As if pulled by an invisible force, he crossed the living room to us.

I swallowed hard as the tension was set to boiling. Pris reached up and grabbed his hat, and surprised us both by putting it on my head.

“Lovebirds!” Billie called from the dining room. “Get your butts to the table before Boone puts you in timeout!”

Pris snorted and then gave us a flirty wink. “The stars are out tonight. And Beau’s got a truck. And no one will hear you when you moan. That’s all I’m saying.”

My mouth dropped as she sashayed away.

I started to take his hat off, but Beau shook his head. “Nope. I want you to wear my hat, little storm.”

My mouth droppedagain.

Little storm.

He dipped his head down and pecked my cheek, then gave me a little pull toward the dining room. I followed him in a daze to the dining room, blushing as I ended up in a chair between him and Pris.

“Let’s eat,” Boone said, clapping his hands together.

The initial awkwardness I felt soon melted as conversations flowed and food was passed around. It was a home-cooked mealof brisket, mashed potatoes, roasted carrots, collard greens, and fresh rolls.

“This looks amazing,” I said. My mouth was watering. “I don’t know how you cook like this all the time.”

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