Page 77 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
“I guess they do,” she said to herself.
“What are you talking about, messy bun girl?”
“Asshats. They also find peek-a-boo amusing.”
He parked the car in front of Brice’s sister’s house, then met his wife’s lively gaze. “This peek-a-boo loving asshat sure loves you.”
“I should hope so. I’m having this asshat’s baby,” she purred.
“And you have never been more beautiful or sexier,” he said, lowering his voice.
She leaned across the console. “You like a little padding around the middle?”
He cupped her face in his hand, then stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You know, I do. Especially when you put on those cowgirl boots,” he whispered against her lips before capturing her mouth in a slow kiss.
Georgie twisted her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He would never tire of kissing this woman. He tilted her head, ready to deepen their kiss when a knock on the passenger side window had them pulling apart as if they were teens caught necking after curfew.
“Hey there! The babysitters aren’t supposed to start making out until after the baby falls asleep,” Becca said with her signature smart-ass smirk as Brice stood beside her with great hair.
Honestly, it was impossible not to notice.
Okay, that was weird.
He shook off the great hair thought, got out of the car, then went to Georgie’s side to help her and Faby out.
“What are you guys doing here?” Georgie asked, shifting Faby to her other arm.
“Since Becca and I aren’t watching my nephew, my sister suggested we join her and my brother-in-law for dinner,” Brice answered.
“What does your sister do?” Georgie asked as the foursome plus Faby made their way up the path through a manicured front yard toward a charming ranch-style home.
“She’s a doctor.”
“No, I’m serious, Brice,” Georgie replied with a chuckle.
“Yeah, so am I. Both my sister and my brother-in-law are doctors.”
“Oh, okay,” Georgie answered with a sheepish expression.
His wife immediately caught his eye and gave him wife eyes forcan-you-believe-that. He shrugged and gave her husband eyes forthat’s-crazy-I-never-imagined-any-sister-of-Brice-Casey-would-be-allowed-to-prescribe-medicine-for-actual-human-beings.
It was a lot to convey with eyeballs, but when she gave a slight nod, he knew she’d gotten the gist.
Brice opened the front door. “Hey, Beavers! We’re here!” he called.
Beavers?
Well, their family did own a pest control business. He was about to eyeball say this to Georgie when his wife gasped. He followed her gaze and couldn’t believe his eyes.
