Page 8 of Loving Words
“Jackpot! Gran’s famous cookies!” Harrison said, hurrying to the cooling racks. “You’ll never have any better than Gran’s.”
My mouth watered at the aroma as I accepted the cookie Harrison offered. The moment my mouth wrapped around the decadent treat, I knew if she made any more, I’d greedily hide them in my room. This was already turning out to be the best Christmas since my mom passed. It’d been five years, and I still missed her every day. She was the last family I had to celebrate with.
“These are fantastic!” I said.
“Happy, is that you?” a familiar voice asked.
We both turned in time to find the moaning woman from the coffee shop. Except this time she was in a tank top, which highlighted her perky nipples, and long sleeping pants that clung to her hips. Water droplets from her damp hair rolled down and made the fabric at the swell of her cleavage darken. My mouth watered for an entirely different reason as she covered her breasts.
“If it isn’t our elusive A-town girl.” Harrison teased. “Glad you could tear yourself away to join us.”
“This coming from the Big Music City lawyer.” Jack laughed.
“It’s you!” she snapped, her two pointed tips no longer in view.
My cock twitched, equally annoyed at having the view obstructed.
“Kennedy Lee Baker! Is that how we welcome a guest in our home?” Mrs. Betty snapped as she entered the kitchen behind the beauty. “We didn’t expect you until at least tomorrow. This is a wonderful surprise!”
“A guest?” Kennedy asked, her eyes moving from mine to Harrison’s and then her granny’s.
“Kennedy, this is Jack. I told you he was coming up.”
Her mouth pursed in thought, and I wondered how soft her lips were. I mentally slapped myself. This was Harrison’s sister, and pursuing her wasn’t the reason I’d followed him to Creekside—assuming he didn’t kick my ass for finding her sexy as fuck.
“Huh?” she asked.
Harrison sighed and passed her the cup Dixie had sent. “Here, drink this.”
She raised it to her lips without question, and within thirty seconds, I guessed half of the liquid was gone. “Jack?”
“Mhmm...” Harrison replied, then raised a finger when I opened my mouth to speak. “Give her a second.”
“Like your college buddy Jack?”
Mrs. Betty sighed. “I swear the girl’s bright, but there are times even I don’t believe it.”
“Gran! That is not nice,” Kennedy said.
Mrs. Betty rolled her eyes at Kennedy before flashing me a sweet smile. “I’m so glad you accepted my invitation to join us, Jack. I put you in the blue room, and, Harrison, you’re in the pink room.”
“Pink room? Where the h—where is Kennedy staying?” Harrison asked, taking a step back from his granny.
“She’s in the red room, brat!”
“Thank you, ma’am—”
“Ma’am?” Mrs. Betty asked, shaking her head as she ambled up to my side. “Oh no, don’t you ma’am me. Call me Gran or Betty.” She cupped my cheeks with her soft hands. “I’ll see you kids in the morning. It’s time I go relax before bed.”
