Page 20 of Never Too Late for Love
“Hey, I never tried to pretend I was up to Fussypants’ standards when it came to thatsideof things.”
They had their own code for talking about things around KC, even if she was sound asleep.
“Was LA his idea or yours?” Cris asked.
“His. But my…condition,” she said. “Apologize to your office peeps for me, though. I didn’t say Fussypants couldn’t show up at work.”
He shrugged. “They’re used to that side of him. They actually think that’s the way he is all the time. They don’t see the softer side of the sa…” He glanced at KC’s sleeping form. “The softer side ofHim. Not like we do.”
She heard the capitalH. “I’m surprised he hasn’t pissed people off.”
“Oh, he has. But they also know he’s consistent and doesn’t always move the goal posts on them. And he is fair. He’s as eager and willing to reward achievement and success as he is punishing avoidable failures.”
It felt so good having his hands on her feet. Even though Landry’s foot rub had been amazing, she’d be stupid to turn down a second one by someone equally capable.
Because Cris had learned from Landry.
If someone—anyone—had told her before Landry walked into her life and brought Cris back to her that she’d be sitting here with him, like this, she’d have decked them.
That it was impossible.
Now?
She couldn’t imagine her life without him.
Withoutanyof her three men.
Wasn’t that the point? That she loved them? They were different men with different personalities and each fulfilled something different in her.
And in each other.
“You really happy?” she asked.
He stared at her foot in his hand for a moment as he kneaded her flesh, the smile playing across his lips.
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my entire life.”
* * * *
Bob and Cris were loading the luggage in the minivan Sunday afternoon. They’d park in the long-term lot at TIA since they’d only be out in LA for a week. They’d pay more hiring a shuttle van to drive them all the way up there and back again.
Cris was looking forward to more time with all of them together, even if it was in LA.
Landry set the alarm and locked the house while Tilly got KC buckled into her car seat.
“Bob, you may drive,” Landry said. “I’ll ride up front.” He reached for the passenger door handle.
Tilly snorted. “Didn’t even make it out of the dang driveway.”
Landry glanced at her over his shoulder while he reached for his seatbelt. “No, love. Would you prefer a different arrangement?”
“Does Bobminddriving?” she asked.
“No, Bob does not mind, Ma’am,” he playfully replied from behind her.
Knowing KC couldn’t see, Cris reached over and smacked Bob’s ass, giving him a grin.
Once the luggage was stowed, Cris climbed into the seat behind Tilly. “Okay, we’re loaded.”
