But as usual it turned into more. He touched her cheek. She rested her hands on his chest. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and she responded in kind. Until she was practically trying to crawl on top of him and he had to grab hold of her arms to stop her.
“We’re getting out of hand,” he reminded her, “in my parents’ driveway.”
She smiled and settled back into the passenger seat, smoothing her hands down the front of her skirt. “You have a way of doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Making me forget myself.” She glanced over her shoulder when a car’s engine rumbled behind them, a smile brightening her face. “Oh, good. West and Harper are here.”
She climbed out of the truck before he could stop her, and he followed, slamming the driver’s side door and shoving his keys in the front pocket of his jeans.
West and Harper approached them hand in hand like a united front. Harper was smiling. West was scowling. Lane could relate. He knew his brother was, out of all of them, the one least looking forward to this family-filled night. West was even more reluctant than he was.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” he muttered as a greeting to Lane.
Lane clapped his brother on the back. “It won’t be so bad.”
“Got any whiskey?” West asked hopefully. “I bet that’ll get me through.”
“Stop,” Harper said, letting go of his hand so they could link arms. “You’re going to be just fine.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“You two are adorable,” Delilah said, curling her arm around Lane’s.
“So are you and Lane,” Harper said with a grin. “I love this.”
“Me too,” Delilah said, smiling up at Lane.
He got a little lost in her dark eyes for a moment, wishing he could tell her that he loved her, but he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to give his brother any ammunition. Didn’t want anyone to know what a lovesick fool Delilah had turned him into. That was their private secret.
One he wanted to keep between the two of them.
“Let’s go,” she said to him, and he nodded once, turned toward the front porch, and led the way, Delilah by his side, West and Harper falling in behind them.
Lane felt good. He felt strong. He had his woman with him. His brother and Harper. Wren was already inside and Holden would be here any minute. They were giving this family thing a go once again and he had high hopes.
With the woman by his side how could he go wrong?
“It’s going to be fine, you know,” she whispered as they walked up the steps.
“You think so?” he asked.
“I know so,” she said firmly. “We’ll be fine as long as we have each other.”
He stopped her at the top of the steps, giving her a quick kiss and earning an irritated mutter from West. He ignored his brother and smiled at Delilah. “Thank you.”
She frowned up at him. “For what?”
“For reading my mind. For knowing what I need. For loving me.” He kissed her again, not caring if he was giving his brother any ammunition after all. Screw it. He was with the woman he loved.
“I do love you,” she said with a smile, tugging on his arm. “Now stop procrastinating and let’s get inside.”
Lane laughed and opened the screen door for Delilah.
His girl knew him far too well.
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