Page 99 of I Knead You Tonight

“You sure you don’t want to come with us?” Drew turns toward him, and I finally release her fully. “It’s gonna be a good time.”

“And watch you two make out all night? I see enough of that at home, but thanks.”

“Your loss!” I call to him as he scurries down the hall toward his room.

“Is it just me or is he really chill about us…” She flicks her wrist between us. “Well, you know. This.”

“I mean, we’re grown-ass adults, Drew. What we do is our business and ours alone. Sully respects that.”

“So you don’t think he’ll tell Wren, right?”

“No, definitely not.”

“Good. I, uh, I’d just like to be the first one to tell her, you know? I don’t want her finding out from Sully or Foster. She needs to hear it from me.”

“I highly doubt she’s going to care. If she does have anything to say, I’ll just bring up the fact that she’s sleeping withmybest friend too. That’ll shut down any issues she might have with it.”

She grins. “Solid point.” She bends toward Riker. “You ready to get to the festival, little man? We’re gonna have so much fun. Pumpkin cookies, pumpkin cake, pumpkin pie, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin funnel cakes, pumpkin—”

“You sound like what’s-his-nuts inForrest Gump, only change out shrimp for pumpkin.”

“You mean Bubba?”

“Sure. Whatever his name is. I have no clue. I hate that movie—it’s boring as fuck. I could never sit through the entire thing.”

“I’m sorry, I must be hearing things.” She stands, grabbing Riker’s car seat. “Did you just say you hateForrest Gump?”

“Yep. Sure did.”

“No wonder we can’t seem to get along. You clearly have shit taste.”

“We get along just fine in bed,” I remind her.

“Ah, yes—our one redeeming factor.”

“It’s a pretty damn good saving grace, if I do say so myself.” I take Riker from her. “Now let’s get out of here before I show you just how good it can be.”

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I never boughtinto all the small-town-living hubbub. All the people in your business all the time and the same four festivals each year gets old real fast.

But the Fall Festival is my one exception.

I’ve gone every year since the inception, mostly because my mother had a huge hand in getting it started. She was a lover of all things autumn, but being in a summer beach town, everyone always looked right over arguably the best time of year.

And since spending time with Drew and Riker seems to be my new favorite pastime, I was pumped when I found out she had the night off and we could enjoy it together this year.

Now that I’m here, I’m annoyed because it’s becoming clear to me that Drew has me pussy-whipped.

Every time she shoves a pumpkin whatever in my face and bats her eyes at me to try it, my mouth drops open.

If this shit didn’t taste so damn good, I’d be aggravated that she has such power over me.

But in all honesty, I kind of like it. Being with her just feels so…easy.

Well, as easy as anything can be when it comes to us.

We argued about the radio station in the car on the way here. Then again when we were in line for tickets for food vouchers. Then again when Drew wanted to try the pumpkin pieandthe pumpkin cake, wasting two vouchers on essentially the same thing.

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