Page 67 of Honeymoon Phase
“Yeah, come on, Luke,” I hear Trista whine as well from her place on the curb with her pizza.
“Please?” Addison sticks her lower lip out at me and I swear I’d do anything for her when she looks at me with those hazel round eyes and those lush pouty lips.
I sigh heavily. “I’ll go around the block one time.”
“Woo-hoo!” She jumps into my arms, yanking me down to her level for a hug.
She yells for the other ladies to join her and the two of them amble themselves up off the curb and scurry over to the back of the truck.
I help all three of them into the bed, rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of them sitting side by side, legs stretched out like they’re going on some sort of amusement ride instead of a quick drive in the back of my truck.
I point a finger at my wife. “I’m not going over fifteen miles an hour.”
She purses her lips and nods. “Got it, Grandpa.”
Trista and Dakota are both passed out in my back seat as I pull up in front of Wyatt’s cabin to drop Trista off first. Addison laughs at the sight of my brother carrying Trista into hiscabin and Trista waking up to groan, “My boobs hurt. I need to pump.”
Wyatt chuckles and looks down at his wife. “I can definitely help you with that, Lucky.”
My nose wrinkles as I drive up the lane a little farther to Calder, who’s standing on his front porch waiting for his delivery.
“Was my woman well-behaved today?” he asks Addison as he opens the back door and unbuckles a passed-out Dakota.
“Not at all.”
“That’s how I like her,” he gruffs before picking her up and hip checking the door to shut it behind him. “Thanks for bringing her back home.”
“No problem.” I offer him a wave and pull ahead to my own cabin, slanting a sideways look to the woman seated beside me. “That’s a first for both of them, I’ll have you know.”
“What? Them getting drunk?” Addison eyes me skeptically. “That’s not true. I saw them in Mexico.”
“You must bring it out of them.” I wink playfully.
“It was their idea to go barhopping, I’ll have you know. And I’m not even drunk. They’re just lightweights.”
“Oh please,” I state, rolling my eyes as I park my vehicle and rush over to get Addison’s door.
“I’m not!” she argues as we make our way into the house. She pauses on the porch and glances to the corner of the deck where Rufus is sleeping. “Does this guy have a snooze button for Sundays?”
“I’m afraid not.”
She makes a little noise as she follows me inside, kicking off her shoes and clutching a white bag in her hands as she walks down the hall to her room. She reemerges from her bedroom, stopping me in my tracks in the hallway. “I can’t believe you think I’m drunk.”
“Why else would you want to ride in the bed of my truck?” I ask, propping myself on the wall.
She shrugs. “Sounded good at the time.”
I yank at the bill of my hat, eyeing her skeptically as she pads into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she brushes her teeth.
I lean on the doorway and ask, “So what was in the bag? I can’t imagine a wedding dress fits in there.”
“Definitely not the wedding dress,” she murmurs around her toothbrush before stopping to spit into the sink. She glances at me in the mirror, looking shy for maybe the first time in her entire life. “It’s for the wedding night.”
My brows lift but she avoids my reaction as she resumes brushing her teeth, bending over the sink to rinse her mouth out.
When she stands back up and wipes the foam off her lips, I watch her carefully as I ask, “Did you buy lingerie, Roe?”
“I didn’t buy it,” she tuts defensively, her cheeks flaming red as she turns to face me. “It was a gift from our lovely neighbors.”
