Page 81 of My One
“Then we’ll think of something. Maybe after we get back, we’ll send them on a second honeymoon.”
I smiled, working some of the beef into a ball. “They’d like that. Plus, by then, Brooke will have had her yearly scan, and when it’s clear, it will be a celebration.”
“Hell yeah.”
There was a quick knock on the front door, and then our friends entered without Cheyenne. “Where’s C.C.?” Avery asked.
“She went to the mall with Courtney and then she’s staying the night,” Easton replied.
“Ah, so you two are making a baby tonight?” Avery wiggled his brows.
I stopped shaping the burgers and turned to look at Brooke and Easton. “Not yet,” Brooke replied. “Almost off the meds though.”
“Are you two?” Easton questioned.
“Maybe.” Avery smirked and looked at me over the mouth of his beer bottle.
“Well, you two better get the burgers on so we can eat and then get to business,” I suggested, handing Avery the plate of burgers.
“I’m glad we’re all so close we can discuss our fucking sex lives,” Easton muttered, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer.
“Says the man who just walked into their house and is now going through their fridge,” Brooke teased.
“What?” Easton shrugged. “I knocked.”
Brooke rolled her eyes as Avery and Easton went out into the cold to start the grill. It apparently took two men. “Are you excited for your trip?”
I reached into the fridge, grabbing the cheese, sweet pickle relish, mayo, and ketchup. “So excited.” Brooke took a seat at the island while I also grabbed white vinegar and sugar from the cupboard. “If you and Easton were to go on a second honeymoon, where would you want to go?”
“Probably the Bahamas like you.”Noted.“Let us know what you think of the place where you stay,” Brooke went on.
“For sure.”
“What’s the vinegar for?” she asked as I started to measure out the ingredients.
I grinned. “I looked up how to make In-N-Out’s sauce that they put on their burgers.”
“Really?” Her brown eyes widened.
I lifted a shoulder. “I was craving the burgers, and this was the best I could do, given we’re hundreds of miles from the closest restaurant.”
“They were really good burgers,” Brooke agreed.
“Yep. Don’t tell the guys. I want to see if they say anything.”
She took two of her fingers and twisted them in front of her mouth. “My lips are sealed.”
I mixed the ingredients, stuck the bowl into the fridge, and then put the fries into the oven. “What kind of cheese do you want on your burger?”
“Whatever.” She shrugged.
“Then you get what they put on the In-N-Out burgers.” I opened the package of American cheese and instantly gagged from the smell. My eyes flared, and I looked toward Brooke.
“What?”
“Cheese,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” She raised an eyebrow.
