Page 87 of Sweet Temptation
Yup.
Lexie
Okay. Just checking.
Caitlin
Focus, ladies. I have a toddler who’s going to wake up any minute. What else do you need, Lexie?
Lexie
Besides sanity?
Dillan
Decorations?
Aurora
I can do that.
Dillan
I’ll help.
Brea
I’ll call Maddox and work out a menu.
Lexie
You guys are amazing. I owe you one.
Caitlin
That reminds me – Lucky owes me too, and I’m cashing in this Friday night. I want to go out to dinner and get a hotel room with my husband, and he owes me a night of babysitting. I’m going to need you to help him, so when I come home, both kids are still alive, no hair has been cut with plastic scissors, and the dog hasn’t been dyed pink.
Elodie
That was very specific.
Caitlin
You haven’t met my kids.
Looks like I have plans Friday night.
“Uncle Lucky, I want a bubble bath,” Anastasia giggles as Lucky throws her high into the air. Her jet-black curls fly around her cherubic little face like a shiny black halo. “With pink bubbles and the flashing lights and the duckies that swim.”
“Rubber duckies?” he asks as he catches her and tosses her again. Pretty sure Lucky’s arms should be exhausted by now, he’s thrown her so many times tonight, but she’s loving it, so he’s not stopping.
“If she pukes, you’re cleaning it up,” I warn him as I hand Joe another dinosaur-shaped chicken nugget and cringe. Forget pastries. I could make a killing off little kid food that actually tastes good.
“No. Not the rubber duckies. Yuck. They’re yellow.” She wrinkles her nose like the color has personally offended her. “These ones swim by themselves, and they’re purple.” The beautiful little girl squeals and tilts off balance as he sets her on her feet before her uncle’s big, strong, sexy hands steady her. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
Lucky looks at me with fear in his eyes. “Uh, how about Lexie gives you a bubble bath. I never had one before, but I bet you she has. And I’ll bet she knows so much more than I do about duckies and bubbles and crazy, flashing, disco tub lights.”
I hand Lucky the last nugget and stand to swap places with him, just as Joe slams his hand down into the puddle of ketchup, spraying it all over Lucky’s shirt.
