June points her wooden spoon at me. “I’ve offered to teach you, missy,” she says. “And you know I’m dirt-deprived. You’d better make good on that promise. As soon as Cade gets here and can watch the little ones, I want to know all the gory details.”
“Not gory,” I say, laughing. “Juicy, but not gory.”
“Wait, what did you mean, everyone is basically a chef?” she asks. I watch her layer a piece of dough onto a pile of apples that looks much too large to fit in the pan, her hands flying as she crimps the edges. She looks up at me. “Does he cook? Has he cooked for you?”
“He cooks,” I say. I can feel myself grinning stupidly, like a complete idiot, but I'm happy. More than happy. I feel good, really good. “He’s cooked for me. Really well.”
June makes little slices in the top of the pie before adding decorative pieces of dough to the top, little leaves. Of course she has an infant and a toddler and runs a bed and breakfast and adds decorative leaves to the top of her homemade apple pie. If she hadn’t become the closest thing I had to a best friend in this town over the past two years, I’d totally hate her.
She raises her eyebrows. “It looks like cooking isn’t the only thing he’s good at,” she says, the corners of her mouth turned up.
I suppress a giggle that seems to rise up involuntarily from my throat. “No,” I agree. “Cooking is definitely not the only thing he’s good at.”
She slides the pie into the oven, and turns back to me. “What are they teaching these young boys now?”
Heat rises to my cheeks, and I know I’m flushing.
Images flash in my mind, one right after the other – Luke’s mouth on my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple.
Me straddling his face, lying across his body, my lips wrapped around his cock.
Luke, lying naked in my bed, his body stretched out, his head on my pillow, explaining how to cook a soufflé, just before I slide my hand down his body, wrap it around his cock, and he suddenly stops talking.
“Wow, you are really smitten,” June says.
“What?”
“What, says the woman staring off into space at the mere mention of her boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I say, shaking off the images in my head, still distracted by thoughts of Luke. I can’t exactly help it. He’s an incredible distraction.
June smiles, her head cocked to the side. “You sure about that?” she asks. “Because you’re awfully smitten for a fling. And you’re not seeing anyone else.”
“I’m not smitten,” I insist, popping another apple slice into my mouth. Olivia wanders over and demands an apple piece, then little Stan follows suit, and I grab cheese sticks from the refrigerator to go with the apples. “Here you go, guys. Snack time. Smitten is for, like, sixteen-year-old girls. Not women my age.”
“Smitten,” June says, shrugging. “It’s the most accurate way I can think of to describe your current state, what with all the daydreaming and mooning about.”
I toss and apple slice at her and she laughs. “Mooning about,” I say. “Now you just sound like a grumpy old lady.”
“I am a grumpy old lady,” she says.
“You guys are talking about mooning?” Cade walks into the kitchen and heads straight for June, planting a kiss on her forehead and squeezing her ass at the same time. Stan and Olivia run headlong for Cade, crashing into his legs, and Cade scoops them up in his arms. “Have you been helping cook? It smells like apple pie in here.”
Cade sets the kids back down to play, and they’re off, running into the living room, Stan dragging Olivia behind him, the cars immediately forgotten.
“In the oven,” June says, as Cade turns on the coffee pot. “I swear, you’re going to die at an early age, drinking that at this time of day.”
“I’m already far too old to die at an early age,” he says, as he scoops coffee grounds into a fresh filter. “And this old man got worn into the ground, getting up with the baby last night.” He starts the coffee, and walks behind June, sliding his arms around her.
“He let me sleep all night,” June says. “Nine whole hours.”
“I thought you looked refreshed,” I note.
“I’m not the only one looking refreshed,” June says, eyeballing me.
“Is this a conversation I want to be part of?” Cade asks.
“No,” I say immediately.
“I thought so,” he says. “Where’s the little minion who kept me up all night?”
“Keep your voice down,” June says. “She’s sleeping. Like a log.”
“She’s a vampire baby, I swear. Sleeps all day, up all night,” Cade says. “Why don’t I go watch the other hellions so you can have this conversation I shouldn’t be a part of?”
“See how nice he’s being?” June asks. “It’s all an act, just to get pie.”
Cade snorts, slapping June on the ass as he turns to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Don’t let her fool you,” he says. “It’s no act. I’m nice all the damn time. This is a prime specimen, right here. Grade-A husband material.”