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But then they pause in front of me, dropping their boot-clad feet to the pavement. And I can't pull my gaze away even if I wanted to. It's like they're unlocking some sort of kink I didn't know I had. Something about the coordinated move with the same look. It's giving me sharing is caring vibes.
“Oh my god, he's walking over here! I'm going to have a heart attack. You guys better delete my kindle history when I die, okay?” Anna mutters, straightening her dress next to me.
Same, sis, same!
There are only three things I'm good at in this life: being a fucking amazing uncle, drawing shit on motorcycles, and recognizing when a woman's interested.
A veil of red descends over my vision, my blood boiling faster than a frog in a dried up creek.
“Sometimes it takes getting lost to find yourself.”
My gaze zeroes in on his ass, because god damn does that man wear the hell out of a pair of jeans.
I shift my legs, planting my booted feet wide on the floor. “Nah, we're not leaving her alone.” “Yeah, 'sides, Dad can't fix Eve if he's not in the same room as her,” Hunter says, his tone conveying exactly how ridiculous he thinks us leaving is. It's then I notice he's mirrored my body language. His little arms folded across his chest, his superhero pajamas on display. One eyebrow arched high on his little forehead.
Hunter's little chest puffs out and he smooths his hand over his head. “I do have a nice-shaped head, don't I, Dad?” My lip twitches. “Yeah, bud, you do.”
