Page 92 of Duty and Desire
This was why he stated, “Dude, you’reyooooooouge.”
“Do we speak that way to people?” Jet demanded to know.
Alex twisted toward his mother. “But,Mamá, he’syooooooouge.”
“I don’t care. You don’t tell a man he’s large. He knows he’s large,” Jet educated. “And you definitely don’t tell your aunt’s boyfriend he’s large. It’s rude all around. It’s ruder in the family.”
In the family.
Oh yeah.
Shit.
Mo looked to Lottie who had not only taken her feet but regained her flip flops.
She was smiling, big and white at him.
He felt that smile in his gut, his balls and his chest.
Yeah, he’d been claimed.
How the fuck had he let that happen?
Thankfully, she turned her smile from him and declared to the boys, “We were just at the grocery store. Who wants to help us carry in and put away?”
“Me!” Dante yelled, then raced to the truck.
“Me!” the youngest shouted, then followed his brother a lot less agilely.
“Is it all healthy junk?” Alex asked his aunt.
“Who am I?” Lottie answered.
So that explained the Dove ice cream bars, caramel M&Ms, Tostitos and salsa and pork rinds, all purchases Lottie had not, in three days, demonstrated she’d ever let past her lips.
Alex grinned up at her. “You’re Aunt Lottie.”
He knew there were treats in those bags for her nephews.
Mo’d been wrong.
He could not fall in love with her.
That shit was already happening.
“Go help your brothers,” she said gently, grinning back at her boy.
Alex raced to the truck.
Dante was already digging in the back cab where the groceries were.
“And this is?”
Mo had felt Jet approach, but he was engaged in doing another scan of the street.
He turned back at Jet’s question.
“Jet, this is Mo, my new mound of hunkalicious boyfriend. Mo, this is Jet, my sister,” Lottie introduced.
