Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Tears stung the back of my eyes, and I shook my head. “I love you too, Hunter. You’re my favorite little boy in the whole world.”
He blushed adorably and shoved another piece of toast into his mouth, humming while he chewed.
My gaze locked with Colton’s, and it was seriously tense, thick with sexual tension even after last night. Slowly, his expression softened and spread into a smile before he winked. “Thank you for breakfast,” he said in a soft, low voice.
“My pleasure.” And it really was. Cooking for Hunter and Colton, seeing the way their faces lit up when they sat down to eat, filled me with a sense of joy and accomplishment that I’d never considered. Maybe cooking was my love language because I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt happier than this moment.
Too soon, breakfast was over, and Colton returned to the kitchen fully dressed for a day spent on the ranch. I handed him a sack of food because he’d slept in, which meant he would likely work through lunch. “For me?”
I nodded with a smile. “To keep you going until dinner.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
He looked over his shoulder and stepped in close, hooking an arm around my waist before he bent me over and kissed me until I was breathless and bursting with love for him. Our tongues danced together until the kiss became downright erotic. With a reluctant groan, he pulled back, wearing a sexy smile. “See you later.”
“Later,” I whispered in a shaky voice as I watched him walk out of the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, Molly?” Hunter frowned at me, and I could only imagine what I looked like in my disheveled, slightly off-kilter appearance.
“Nothing at all, I was just thinking about the best place to find flowers.”
“I know a place,” he shouted, jumping up and down with excitement. “Why do we need ’em?”
“I found a bunch of photos of your mama, and I was thinking we could make a multi-photo frame with pictures of you two together.”
He froze, and for a long moment, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. “Yeah?”
“Yep. This way you’ll always remember her.”
After a brief pause, Hunter flung his little body at me and wrapped his surprisingly strong arms around my legs. “Thank you, Molly. You’re the bestest ever!”
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly love the McCall men anymore, one of them goes and proves that my heart is even bigger and fuller than I ever imagined.
Chapter 26
Colton
“Thanks, Wyatt, for babysitting last night.” If he hadn’t made the offer, I don’t know if I would’ve ever gotten my head un-stuck from my ass and asked Molly on a date. “It made all the difference in the world.”
Wyatt laughed and folded his arms, staring at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I guess that meant last night was everything you hoped it would be?”
I nodded and looked away. “More than I hoped, actually.” After the fourth or maybe it was the fifth orgasm of the night, Molly had whispered I love you before she drifted to sleep with her cheek pressed to my chest.
“More? Well, hot damn!” Wyatt smacked his hands together like he was cheering at a rodeo event. “It’s about damn time. I was sure you were auditioning to become one of those sexless monks who look twenty even when they’re eighty years old.”
I rolled my eyes. “Funny.”
“Thanks, all the ladies think so.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “So what did you do? And I’m not talking about the cause of that obvious glow, or what prompts a woman to wake up at dawn to whip up a breakfast feast.”
My lips curled into a smile. Breakfast had been a welcome surprise. “Haven’t had a breakfast like that since I was a boy.”
Wyatt nodded, his gaze taking on a faraway look as he smiled. “Your mama was a magician in the kitchen, that’s for sure.” He shook his head, probably remembering her the way I did, a larger-than-life figure with thick red hair who wasn’t afraid to take a wooden spoon to a ranch hand no matter his size. “She would be happy to see the kitchen full like that again.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. The same thought had crossed my mind when I stood in the kitchen doorway and watched her dance around the same way Mama used to throughout my childhood. “I think I’m finally ready to move on with my life and be happy again.” Or maybe for the first time if I was being brutally honest with myself.
“Good to hear, man. You’re the marrying kind, Colton, and Molly seems to fit.”
I sighed. “Yeah, she does fit. But would it be stifling to expect her to stay here, out in the middle of nowhere at her age?”
“You’re still hung up on the age difference?”
I nodded and turned my attention to the oversized bottles of goat’s milk that we needed to move for pickup this week. The suppliers always showed up with their own packaging and took a few hours to transfer it and load it up, and if it was all ready when they arrived, I wouldn’t have to supervise. “It’s a pretty big obstacle, don’t you think?” She was damn near two decades younger than me. “She has her whole life ahead of her.”