I shot straight up. Jaxson was on my phone. “Who is your daddy talking to?”
There were only two options and neither one were good. If it was my dad . . . I’d have to explain everything. If it was Millie . . . Lord, help me. It was only six in the morning. Only three hours since I’d had my awkward encounter last night. I was exhausted.
Ty bounded to the door. “Some girl named Millie. She wouldn’t stop calling.”
“Where’s your daddy now?”
“In the kitchen making coffee. I snuck out to tell on him.”
I gave Ty a hug. “We’ll have a big bowl of ice cream for snack today. Let’s go find your dad and get my phone.”
Giving a salute, he raced out the front door. Why was Jaxson talking to Millie? What could they be talking about?
We made it into Pam’s kitchen in record time since Jaxson and Ty stayed there through the night. I nearly dropped my mouth to the floor as Jaxson stood at the stove in low-slung lounge pants and a T-shirt that hugged his figure. My tongue felt like it turned to cotton. Please keep it together.
Jaxson turned as Ty skidded across the floor. “Did he wake you?”
“He came to inform me someone hijacked my phone.”
Taking the skillet off the stove, Jaxson talked into the phone. “London’s up. It was nice talking to you, Millie.” He started to hand me the phone as I outstretched my hand. Right before I had it in my grasp he snatched it back. His eyes watched mine intently. That same electrical charge sparked between us. “Millie, one last thing. Thanks for all the advice. Here’s London.”
Advice?
I grasped the phone. “Millie.”
“Good morning, sunshine. I had a very nice talk with a very sexy sounding Jaxson.”
“What advice did you give him?”
“Oh, you know. Just advice. Don’t sweat it.” This wasn’t good. Not good at all.
“I was sleeping in the room and then Jaxson got home—”
Millie giggled, interrupting. “Oh, he told me about it all . . . including the challenge.”
Kill. Me. Now. I took a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. There was no reason to get off track. “This is early for you. Why did you call?”
“Just checking on you.” There was something off in her voice.
I stepped out of the kitchen. “Millie, there was another reason you called at the crack of dawn.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m missing you. I’ll be out there as soon as I can.”
“Millie, I’m here. Anytime you need me.”
“I know. You’re the best.”
“You too.”
Hanging up the phone, I closed my eyes for a second. I knew there was another reason Millie had called, but something stopped her. What was it? When her mind was made up there was no changing it in the immediate future. Laughter came from the kitchen as I returned.
“London, do you want an omelet?” That voice had only gotten sexier with a few more hours of sleep.
Ty cocked his head to one side, watching me. “Daddy makes the best omelets. You can sit by me, London. Daddy is really big, but he’s nice. He’s old.”
Jaxson and I looked at each other as I raised my eyebrow. There was no way I could keep it in any longer as I laughed. Jaxson pointed the spatula at Ty. “You told London on me and I’m not old.”
Ty giggled into his hands. “I knew she wouldn’t want you on her phone and she’d come straight to the house. You said I couldn’t wake her up unless it was a good reason.”