I chuckled and settled into the bed. “I’ll take you however I can have you, Indiana, but I can wait until you’re awake.”
“Such a good man,” she mumbled.
Her breathing evened out, and she was asleep.
She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was exhausted.
The events of the day replayed in my head.
Yeah, that sure as hell was an exhausting day. I closed my eyes, and for the first time in days, I fell asleep instantly.
I needed Indiana in my arms to find this peace, and I wasn’t going to let her go.
*
Chapter Fifteen
Indiana
“Please tell me that is French toast I am smelling and not a scented candle.” Meg walked into the kitchen, smothering a yawn with her hand, one eye closed.
I flipped the last piece onto the plate and set it on the counter. “Uh, it’s French toast, but now I need to know where you get your candles from because I need a French toast candle in my life.”
Meg reached into the cabinet and grabbed a mug. “Stick with me, honey. I have a daughter-in-law, but she’s too busy jet-setting around the world with my son. You can be my stand-in when she’s busy. We’ll hit the candle sales and clean them out.”
“Whose hitting candle sales?” Cyn walked into the kitchen, wearing a long electric blue robe and bright yellow slippers on her feet.
“How many canaries did you kill to get the feathers on your feet?” Meg as
ked.
Cyn flipped her off and grabbed the mug from her hand. “You bought them for me for my birthday.”
Meg cringed. “Jesus. I must have been drunk and online shopping.”
Cyn grabbed the coffee pot and filled her mug. “More than likely.” She stepped toward the platter of French toast. “I’ll have seventeen of those.”
Meg cackled and grabbed another mug. “You looking to back that ass of yours up like a dump truck?”
Cyn leaned against the counter and held her mug to her lips. “Do you hear the way she talks to me? At one point, we were going to run off and live in a donut house so we could live in peace with our dump truck asses.”
“Uh…ph…huh?” They had lost me at donut houses.
Meg bumped Cyn out of the way and grabbed the coffee pot. “Have you seen Indiana’s ass? She doesn’t have anything to worry about. She could back that ass up and down the narrowest of alleys, no problem.”
I opened my mouth but closed it. I had no idea what to say to that.
Cyn sipped her coffee and smiled. “That’s why we’re opening Pole Cats so we can have svelte dump truck asses like hers.”
“Svelte and dump truck asses cannot exist in the same sentence.” Meg reached into the fridge and pulled out the creamer. “And I thought we were calling it Pole Stars. Like Porn Stars but classier.”
Cyn pointed at Meg. “Have you seen some of the porns these days? They make some pretty classy ones. Meant for the ladies.” Cyn wiggled her eyebrows.
“No. I’m gonna need more details.” Meg made a grabby motion with her hand. “Give me the details.”
Cyn pulled out her phone. “Hold on.”
I slapped my hand over my eyes. “Hold on!”