Page 6 of Mine to Hold
Rhett laughed. “I think she kept trying for a girl and finally gave up after Jameson was born, but yeah, we’re all brothers.”
“The family resemblance is a little disturbing.” She stood taller. “Can I get you anything else? Fresh beers?”
“We can get those on our own,” Emmerson said.
“That’s what I’m here for.” She nodded. “I’ll be right back.”
He cocked his head as she walked away, her hips swaying in her black shorts. He sucked in a deep breath and let it slowly.
“Stare much?” Rhett asked.
“Just trying to make out the tattoo on her ankle.” So far, Emmerson had counted four tats. Three on her ankles, and theone on her wrist. He couldn’t help but wonder if there were more.
And he wasn’t a tattoo man.
Even if he did have one.
“Watch this, Uncle Emmerson. Uncle Rhett,” Ally, Seth’s youngest, yelled from the diving board. She ran toward the end and flipped.
When she popped up, Emmerson stuck his thumb and finger between his lips, whistling loudly. “Woot. Woot. That’s a ten.”
“Great job, kiddo.” Rhett gave her a thumbs-up.
“This family’s pumping out babies like it’s hurricane season.” Emmerson lifted his beer and swigged. “Ten and counting.”
Rhett laughed. “Now you’re changing the subject.”
“From what?”
“The cute chick who served you the cheeseburgers.” Rhett reached over and snatched one up, plopping it in his mouth. “I’ve been watching you eye her all day.”
“I have not.” Emmerson nibbled on one of the burgers. He’d been eating all day but kept missing the trays that Rumor had been passing around. All he wanted was five minutes to say hello.
“Then how did you know she had tats, because I didn’t until you pointed them out.” Rhett cocked his head.
“I’m curious about the new person in town. She’s working at Safe Harbor Café and I spend a lot of time there.”
“Is she now.” Rhett cocked a brow before lifting his beer. “What else have you found out about… what’s her name?”
“Rumor and nothing, really. Other than she moved to town last week and she asked Lucy Ann about affordable short-term rentals in the area.” Emmerson rubbed his jaw.
“You’re seriously not thinking about renting her your pool house, are you?”
“I was going to list it anyway.”
“No. You talked about it, and you keep changing your mind, stating you’re not sure you want a stranger living that close, using your backyard and all the hassles that go with being a landlord.”
“Yeah, but sometimes things fall in your lap.”
“Oh my God. I think you want her to fall in your lap.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Emmerson took a napkin and tossed it at his brother. “She’s too young.”
“How old do you think she is?”
“I know she’s thirty-three.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Rhett asked.
