Jack (The Family Simon 2)

“Trust me, sooner wasn’t good. I know it’s hard to believe, but I look a hell of a lot better now than I did a few weeks ago.”

Jack tried to smile and knew he probably failed. “You look good.”

“You’re as full of shit as your girlfriend.”

“Okaaay,” Sabrina said, drawing out the word in a drawl. “If we could stop the man-love for a moment, maybe Jack could start the salmon on the grill? I’ve already got it seasoned and wrapped in foil. While you get that done, I’ll grab us all a glass of wine?”

Jack nodded. “Sure thing.”

“Good,” Sabrina said lightly, her dark eyes touching each and every one of them. “It’s a full moon tonight and that means all sorts of things can happen. Let’s make some memories, shall we?”

Chapter Sixteen

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“Dinner was lovely,” Donovan said as she brought in the last of the cutlery from outside.

Brett and Sabrina’s cottage was a lot more rustic than the Simons’, but it had a charm that was undeniable. Even the big old moose head above the fireplace somehow fit among the mish mash of furniture and throws. With the knotted oak cabinets painted a washed out white, worn hardwood floors, and shabby chic look, the place looked as if it was truly lived in.

Donovan loved it.

“Thank you,” Sabrina said, stowing the last of the plates in the dishwasher. “The salmon is easy to make. Just a bit of brown sugar and lime zest—“

“Lime zest?”

Sabrina gave her a WTF look and Donovan burst out laughing. “Um I don’t cook, so you might want to pass that

info along to Jack.”

Sabrina leaned against the counter and reached for her glass of wine. “You don’t cook at all?”

“Nope,” Donovan answered with a smile. “Let’s just say cooking isn’t my forte. I can make soup out of a can, and that’s about it. Even then there’s always the chance I could burn it because trust me, I’ve never met a kitchen that didn’t somehow manage to make me look like a fool.”

“Well, cooking’s not for everyone, that’s for sure.” Sabrina drained the last of her wine and reached for the bottle on the counter. After pouring herself some more, she eyed Donovan in a way that made her nervous.

“You don’t enjoy wine?” she asked.

Shit. This woman didn’t miss a thing.

“I do,” Donovan answered. “Now and again.” No point in denying anything.

“Uh huh,” Sabrina said, a slow grin taking hold as she took another sip. “Just didn’t feel like wine tonight?”

“Nope,” Donovan answered lightly. “Not tonight.”

Morgan had followed Donovan inside, and she pulled herself up onto the chair and set her elbows down on the counter. Her long dark hair was pulled back into two ponytails that hung in spirals down her shoulders, and those big eyes were settled on Donovan.

“Are you and Uncle Jack going to get married?” Morgan pouted, and Donovan had to hide a grin because the little girl was being so darn serious. Her crush on Jack wasn’t hard to miss.

“Sweetie, that ain’t happening.”

“Ain’t isn’t a real word, you know. My kindie teacher taught me that because I used to say it all the time.”

“Kindie?” Donovan glanced at Sabrina.

“Kindergarten.”

Right.