Page 86 of Crash and Burn
“Wow! That’s huge for him. You’re just what he needs,” she says.
Caden begins to fuss in my arms. I lightly bounce him. “Aw, what’s wrong little guy?”
“He’s probably hungry,” Cali tells me. “It’s about that time.”
I stand from the couch, handing him to her.
“I’m going to feed him and nap with him. I’ll see y’all in a few hours.” Cali walks down the hall toward her and Buster’s room. All the brothers have rooms here, even if they have their own house or apartment.
“Thanksgiving is Thursday. Do any of y’all want to help me prepare Thanksgiving dinner this year,” Minx asks.
“I will! I love Thanksgiving and haven’t had a good one since my mom passed away,” I say.
“We’ll make sure this one is a great one,” she insists.
We talk about plans for Thanksgiving for a while before I start feeling anxious. Not knowing what’s causing it, I decide to seek out Rascal.
“I’m going to go talk to Rascal for a few.” I make my way toward the pool tables, where Rascal and Saint still have a game going. Rascal is sitting at one of the high top tables, while Saint takes a shot.
“Hey, Princess.” Rascal moves his legs apart so I can stand between them, close to him. He gives me a quick kiss. “Everything okay?”
“An uneasy feeling came over me,” I admit. “I knew you’d be able to keep me grounded.”
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “I’ll always be here to keep you grounded.”
Resting my head against his chest, I breathe him in. After a few deep breaths, the anxiety begins to let up.
“Minx showed me a picture of you holding Caden,” I tell him.
“I didn’t know she took a picture of us. What a brat.” He chuckles.
“It made the picture that much better. The way you were looking at him.” I smile. “He has this whole clubhouse wrapped around his tiny, little finger.”
“He sure does.” There’s a gleam in Rascal’s eyes. “Do you want kids?”
His question takes me by surprise. “Honestly, I’ve never given it much thought. Do you?”
“I never did until this one woman walked into my life making me question everything I previously thought about my life.” His mouth tips up into his sexy smirk.
My eyebrows furrow. Is he saying what I think he is? “Cameron McCoy, what are you trying to say?”
“For the first time in my life, I have a woman who I want to spend all my time with. Who I want sharing my bed. Who I can picture having a real future with. I love you, Marley Jones.”
