Nobody But You(54)

“And let’s throw in your worst sexual experience,” she said.

He went brows up at that one. “I don’t like cats,” he started.

“Why not?”

“They’re smug f*ckers. I hope that’s not a deal breaker,” he said, smiling when she cracked up. “My favorite food is cereal. I can eat it three meals a day for long stretches of time without getting tired of it. As for sexy undies, I love them. But my favorite undies are no undies at all.”

Her eyes warmed.

“As for what makes me homicidal…”

She froze. “Yeah?”

“It’s people who wear flip-flops. I think it’s the toes.”

She sucked in a breath. “Toes.”

He gave an exaggerated shudder. “I have a toe phobia.”

She laughed. “You do not.”

He did not… “As for your last question…I had the worst blow job of my life on a heli, though I suspect it was because she was also piloting the thing while we were going at it.”

She blinked. “Wow. I can’t beat that. But…” She kicked off her sandals and waved her bare foot in his direction. “Do my toes wig you out?”

Her toenails had been painted bright blue and there was a white daisy on one of them. “Cute,” he said. “And since they make me want to start there and nibble my way up your mile-long legs and see what else I find, I can say on good authority that no, your toes do not wig me out.”

“You’re doing it again,” she said quietly.

“Annoying you?”

She shook her head. “The opposite.”

He smiled. “Good.” Leaning in, he lowered his voice to a bedroom whisper. “My turn. Tell me a secret so dirty it turns you on just to admit it.”

She choked on a laugh. “I…can’t.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

“Can’t.” She paused. “Because it’s about you.”

“Even better.”

She bit her lower lip and he went insta-hard. “Your secret would be safe with me,” he promised.

She pondered this seriously. “Something else to think about,” she said.





Chapter 19



They ended up in Jacob’s cabin, specifically in his bed where they spent several hours, but eventually Sophie left, claiming something about needing to take her vitamins and how she couldn’t sleep outside her own bed. He knew why she really left.

She needed some space.

He did too. Or so he told himself. But without her in it, his bed seemed huge.

The next day Soph flew to Dallas to spend a few days with her family and his bed got bigger each night. It was late on one of those nights that his phone pinged. When he glanced at it, he was surprised to find a…tweet? The only way that could happen was if someone had signed him up for Twitter.

Kenna, no doubt, the little brat. And she’d also apparently set his phone for notifications when someone tweeted about or to him. She would pay for that…

He accessed the notification and stared down at the message, which had come from someone called CedarRidgeNumberOneMom. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who that was.

I joined the Twitter, baby! What’s up?



He laughed in disbelief. Shaking his head, he backed out of the Twitter app—definitely going to strangle Kenna—and texted his mom.

You know that Twitter isn’t like texting, right? That everyone can see what you’re doing?



In less than a minute he got another Twitter notification.

So are you busy?



He had to laugh as he called her. “Mom, you can call me whenever you want. You don’t have to use Twitter to talk to me.”

“Oh, baby, I know that. But calling is passé. No one calls anyone these days. It’s all about social media.”

For the first time, he wondered just how much trouble his mom had managed to find over the years. He’d always assumed that he’d taken the much harder road than Hudson, being in the military, living that life.

But honest to God, he had to wonder if he hadn’t had it easy in comparison to his twin. “How about we keep things old-fashioned?” he asked.

“But, honey, you’re never going to catch a girl that way.”

He’d caught one fine. He just had no idea how to keep her. “I’ll manage,” he said.

“Fine, but you don’t have the best of tastes. You remember last year when you were into that Weston girl? She dumped you at recess and crushed your heart. I want to meet this next one and make sure she’s good enough.”

Kim Weston had been his sixth-grade crush. “Got it, Mom. You’re in charge.”

“I mean it. I’m watching you,” she said, a note of teasing coming into her voice.

His heart squeezed. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Good. I picked a girl for your brother and he’s going to marry her. So see, you can trust my judgment.”

When she disconnected, Jacob stared out the window at the lake for a long time.

He knew Hud was serious about Bailey, but only because he could see it with his own eyes and because Kenna had told him so.

He hadn’t known they were going to get married.