Page 460 of Small Town Firsts
He met my gaze and tipped my hips against the bulge of his zipper. “What do you think?”
I licked my lips. “Is that for me?”
His jaw flexed. “A thousand times yes.”
I grinned. “Not sure your mom would appreciate that as much as I do.”
He groaned and dropped his head to my bare shoulder, then surprised me when he pressed a kiss along the curve before straightening. “Fair point.” He stepped back and crouched to pick up the flowers. “Dropped these.”
“Smug isn’t your color.”
“Isn’t it though?” He grinned down at me, then he dropped another hot kiss on my lips before he drew me away from the car and ahead of him. “You’ll have to hide the evidence for a second while I calm down. Not that this view is going to help me.”
I grinned over my shoulder. “Just a sundress.”
“You know it’s more than a sundress,” he growled.
I turned back around and couldn’t stop a smile until I saw Anna and Joe Murdock standing on the porch. “Crap.”
Sullivan crowded into me. “Sorry about that.”
I glanced up at him. Somehow I didn’t think he was sorry at all, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that information. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Murdock.”
“You know it’s Joe and Anna.” Anna leaned against her husband. “Especially now.”
I was pretty sure my neck and face were the same color as my poppy sundress. I turned up the volume on my smile, ignoring the fact that they probably saw us kissing the hell out of each other. “For you.” I held out the daisies to Anna.
“They’re gorgeous. Thank you.”
“I brought brownies from Sweet Beat.”
“Well, if my son didn’t kiss the stuffing out of you, I would.”
Anna elbowed him.
Joe chuckled. “Nice to see you again, Nora. How’s your dad doing?”
“Good. He just got back from snowbirding down in Georgia. He says he’s ready for golf when you are.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear.” He rubbed Anna’s back. “Hope you’re in the mood for spaghetti and meatballs.”
“Always ready for Anna’s pasta.”
“Aren’t we all.” Joe rubbed his flat belly. “C’mon in.”
“I’m just going to get Danny.” Sullivan handed the bakery box to his dad. “I’ll be right back.”
“You’re leaving me?” I whispered.
He laughed. “Be right back.”
I followed his parents inside. “Oh, gosh. This is much different than the last time I was here.”
The kitchen was full-on farmhouse with white shiplap and butcher block counters. Soft blue cabinets with nickel hardware wreathed the entire room with recessed lighting, giving off a softlight against the fading sunlight. A massive table filled half the room and was set for five.
“Oh, you know me. Always like to change things up.” Anna went to a cabinet and pulled down a pretty green pitcher and went to the sink. “These are lovely. Just what we needed for the table.”
“Can I help with anything?”
