“You’re the one that brought up orgasms,” she states.
“Did someone say orgasms?” A deep voice breaks into our conversation, making both of us jump in shock. “What kind of conversation did I walk in on?”
“Nathan!” Harper yells his name and runs into his open arms. “What are you doing here? When did you get in?” she rapid fire asks him. He hugs her tightly and picks her up off the ground, spinning them in a circle.
“Just landed a little bit ago and came straight here. I couldn’t stand being away from you for another night,” he says, and even I swoon at his sweet words.
“Aww, the two of you are so stinking cute. If I didn’t love both of you, it would be sickening,” I tell them.
“Don’t knock it. I’m determined to find you your own Nathan,” Harper says. “Honey, do you have any single friends who can come sweep Lacey and the kids off their feet?” she asks him.
“I’ll have to think on that one. The only person that comes straight to mind, I wouldn’t set up with my worst enemy, he’s such a man-whore.”
“Yeah, no man-whores allowed. Only gentlemen who know how to use the dick they were graced with.”
“Why does it always have to be all about the dick?” he asks. “Why can’t it be about my good looks or charming personality?”
“Because your personality doesn’t make me come, but that dick of yours…well, let’s just say I’m never complaining about what it can do for me.”
“All right, that’s enough!” I yell out, covering my ears. “Both of you, get out of here. I’m going to box up all these cookies and head out, myself.”
“We can help,” Harper says as she grabs a box and starts filling it. With their help, we’re done in just a few minutes and ready to lock up and head out for the day.
4
GARRETT
“Areyou going to need help on Friday with the second install?” Paul asks on the way back to the shop.
“It’s definitely easier to lift it into place with a second person, but I think I can manage if no one is available to come with me. I know it is a lot of time for someone to come just to help for a few minutes.”
“It’s up to you; I should be free to help if you want it,” he offers.
“I’ll think about it and let you know Friday morning.”
“Sounds good,” he states, and we fall into a comfortable silence as the miles pass us by.
“Got any plans this weekend?” I finally ask.
“Actually, we do. Our families are throwing Amy a baby shower at the house. She’s been getting things ready the past couple of days and is in full nesting mode, as my mom called it.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“From what my mom said, women tend to get into a cleaning frenzy the closer they get to delivery. They want their house or ‘nest’ in perfect order to bring their baby into. Thus, the ‘nesting’ label.”
“Makes sense,” I state. “Are you hanging out for the shower?”
“Kind of. The guys will all be out back grilling and shooting the shit while the women are all inside cooing over baby shit.”
“Baby shit,” I grimace.
“Not literal shit, just all the things people think new parents need for their baby. I swear, this kid already has more things than I do, and he isn’t even born yet.”
“I know, just giving you shit. My sister’s house looks like the damn baby aisle puked in it for how much stuff she has with a new baby. It’s amazing just how much you need for someone so small.”
“So much. We made the bedroom next to ours into the nursery and I’m not sure we’ll be able to fit everything into it after this weekend.”
“Just admit defeat now and know you’ve lost your house to the kid.” I chuckle.