Forever with Me (With Me in Seattle, #8)(44)

“Hands off, sister.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I’ll feed you, but get your nose out of my pots.”

I stick my tongue out at him and cross to the fridge. “Did the food come in for tomorrow’s dinner?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Are the artichokes fresh?” I poke at the large, beautiful vegetables.

“Get your hands off my shit.”

I close the fridge and turn to find Blake glaring at me while he chops something briskly.

“You’re going to cut your fingers off if you don’t watch what you’re doing.”

“Why are you in here pestering the f*ck out of me?”

“Because I love you?” I bat my eyelashes at him and then laugh when he cocks a brow and smirks. “Because I’m checking to see if you have things under control.”

“When have I not had things under control?”

“It’s my job to check.”

“So, you checked. Are you done micro-managing the rest of the crew for the day?”

“Yep.” I reach around him and pluck a piece of red pepper off his cutting board and pop it in my mouth. “You were my last stop.”

“Good,” Dom says, as he saunters into the kitchen with two bottles of wine in his hands. “Is dinner almost ready?” he asks Blake.

“Yep.”

“Wait. Are we having a party?” I ask.

“We’re having dinner,” Blake replies with a grin. “I know how you get when you work. You forget to eat, and then you get hungry and you annoy the piss out of everyone around you.”

“That’s not true,” I insist.

“Which part?” Dominic asks, as he pulls three wine glasses out of a cupboard.

“If you guys are going to gang up on me, I’ll go home.”


“No you won’t,” Blake replies, as Dom just narrows his eyes at me and shakes his head slowly from side to side. “I made your favorite. And if you leave, you can’t have any.”

“Homemade mac n’ cheese?” I ask hopefully, making Dom smile widely.

“And…” Blake says in a sing-song voice.

“And turkey breast?” I clap my hands in excitement.

“And…”

“If you say collard greens, I’ll kiss you.”

“No,” Dom interjects lazily, as he pulls the cork out of the first bottle, “you won’t.”

“I’ll give them to you for free,” Blake says with a laugh. “And it’s just about ready.”

“Woot!” I offer Blake a fist bump and help the guys carry everything outside to the table near the fire pit. We all settle in, Dom right next to me and Blake across from us, loading our plates, sipping our wine, and I can’t help but wonder if this is going to be…weird. I’ve slept with both of these men, and they’re both very special to me.

“So it looks like it’s pretty much done back there,” Blake says, as he takes a bite of the mac n’ cheese, gesturing to the tent.

“Yep, just a few odds and ends to finish tomorrow,” I reply, and load a bite of turkey, greens, and mac n’ cheese all on my fork, then groan loudly when they all hit my tongue. “So good,” I say, my mouth full of food.

“You’re such a lady,” Blake smirks.

“I don’t have to be a lady when you feed me this,” I say, and take a sip of wine, eyeing Dom over my glass. “He doesn’t feed me this very often,” I inform my sexy Italian.

“You always tell me the pasta will make you gain fifty pounds,” Blake reminds me.

“It will.”

“Women,” Blake says with a shake of his head.

Dominic leans in and whispers in my ear, “Your body is perfect.” He kisses my cheek and returns to his meal.

Blake doesn’t miss a thing. He grins widely. “This is nice.”

“Emily will be here tomorrow morning,” I say, trying to change the subject. “She and I will start handling the nitty gritty things.”

“Nitty gritty?” Dom asks with a smile.

“The little things,” I reply. “Greeting the florist for tomorrow’s flowers, and meeting with her about Saturday’s flowers. Placing calls. Picking up favors, double-checking the guest list and forwarding it on to security.” I sip my wine and continue to tick items off in my head, then blink and look around. “Sorry.”

“I already spoke with Emily,” Blake says nonchalantly, and won’t look me in the eye as he cuts his turkey.

“When?” I ask.

“Last night,” he replies.

Last night?

“There wasn’t an event last night,” I say, and chew on my own turkey.

“No, there wasn’t,” Blake replies. I glance up at Dominic to find him watching me closely. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but he quirks a brow at me and I shrug.

“But you saw her last night?” I ask in confusion.

“I did.”

“Did you enjoy yourselves?” Dominic asks and sips his wine as I stare at Blake in shock.

Blake and Emily?

“Very much,” Blake says with a grin.

“You’re seeing Emily.” It isn’t a question.