I rolled my eyes because Remy was exaggerating.
Colt, however, wasn’t exaggerating when he said, “You should really start cooking more food. This isn’t enough.”
My brows shot up.
“What do you mean, it’s not enough?” I asked. “And if you want much more than you’re getting, I’m going to need a bigger kitchen. There just isn’t enough space to cook for more in this particular kitchen.”
I mean, I could start cooking it at the bakery, but that would be a pain in the ass to transport it back to the Valentine ranch.
“We could start on the kitchen first if we started to build a new house,” Callum said as he leaned back in his chair and patted his full stomach. “That way we have more accommodations and seating. The bedrooms can get fixed in order of birth.”
“That’s not fair,” Darby drawled around a mouthful of steak.
“Life’s not fair, little bitch,” Banks said. “And I’m down with whatever. Honestly, it makes more sense for Ace’s room to get done first, seeing as he’s got Codie now. Callum should be next since he has Desi.”
“But Desi is staying at the cabin,” Darby argued.
“She’s staying here until at least eleven at night. She goes to the cabin to sleep only,” Banks continued.
“That’s true,” Ace said. “Y’all should just move in together already. Spending six hours apart at night seems silly. Especially when it’s only twice a week at that.”
I flicked my eyes in Callum’s direction to see what he thought on the matter.
“Desi literally hasn’t even been divorced a year.” Callum yawned. “I’m going to give her a couple more months before I force her to move in.”
“Force?” I teased, loving that he’d already been thinking about it.
“Yeah, force,” he continued.
I stood up and offered what was left of my steak to Remy, who took it greedily.
Callum’s large hand shot out before I could pass, and he pulled me into his side, his hand covering my ass.
“Thanks for dinner, baby,” he said. “It was good.”
He said that every night now, and it still had yet to sink in how good it felt hearing those words roll off his lips.
I bent down and pressed my lips to his, loving the way his hand tightened on my ass.
He tasted like sunshine and steak. Two of my most favorite things in the world.
“Ewwww,” Darby said. “Get a room!”
I broke away with a laugh and walked my plate to the kitchen sink where I washed it and loaded it into the washer.
I didn’t bother with the dishes, though. The brothers or Codie would take care of them. I’d tried once before to do them, and only once. I’d gotten yelled at that ‘people who cook don’t clean’ and that was that.
Before I could head back to Callum, he caught me by my hand and led me into the foyer where he pinned me against the wall and once again placed his mouth over mine.
I groaned into his mouth as he pulled back just far enough to say, “God, I want to fuck you.”
“Ummm, Mr. Valentine?” I heard said hesitantly.
I whipped my head to the side, flushing profusely at the thought that someone had just heard those words come out of Callum’s mouth that were directed at me.
“Yeah, Reggie?” Callum asked, seemingly unaffected.
“Uhh, Star Shine had a bit of a setback. She’s back on the ground and refuses to get back up,” Reggie, that I thought probably wasn’t actually named Reggie, said.
“Fuck.” Callum groaned, pulling me with him back to the kitchen. “I’ll be back.”
With one last kiss to the cheek, Callum left me standing in the kitchen with his brothers watching on with varying degrees of humor pasted on their faces.
It was their friends, however, that had no problem voicing their words.
“So,” Colt said. “Who’s going to bite the dust next? Banks? Darby?”
Darby immediately started to shake his head. “Nope. I’m going to graduate with my advanced degree first. I get a woman, and she’s going to want me to be tied to her like those two are tied to their women.”
Georgia shook her head.
“Nobody is going to want you, dumbass.” Georgia snorted. “You’re too pretty.”
I looked over at Darby.
He was pretty. In fact, he was gorgeous. Honestly, I think the reason he grew a beard at all was due in part to the fact that it hid the lower part of his face, and made him seem a little less pretty, if that was even possible.
He looked like he belonged on billboards and magazines, not in dirty Wranglers and cowboy hats.
Ignoring the family that was now arguing, I pulled out my trusty Google app and started searching.
I researched what I was and wasn’t allowed to feed horses, then went to work.Chapter 13Don’t talk to me, peasant.
-Desi to Codie
Desi
“What’s that?” Callum asked me, looking at the concoction with obvious reluctance.