Chloe laughed. “Well, no! I’m a witch princess, and they don’t have green faces.”
“Does Aunt Waylynn know about this?” I asked, peeking over to Paxton, who made a face that said Waylynn had no clue.
Chloe shrugged as if she hadn’t a care in the world. “Don’t know.”
As if on cue, Waylynn came rushing into the kitchen, dressed in her Halloween costume. She looked more like an angel than a witch. Chloe gasped. Paxton whispered, “Oh hell.”
I prepared for a six-year-old meltdown.
“Stop being so difficult!” Amelia said, pushing Waylynn’s hand away.
“You’re putting so much of it on my face! I look like a…”
“Witch?” I replied with a grin.
Waylynn shot me a dirty look. “You need to hush. You look cute in your little blonde ponytail and green face. Besides, you’re engaged so it doesn’t matter that you look hideous. I need every opportunity I get to find a man! I’m not going to find one with a green face!”
With a shocked expression, I replied, “Hey! I don’t look hideous! You said I looked cute!”
Waylynn half shrugged. “Fine! Meli looks hideous. You look adorable. I need to look hot!”
Amelia gave Waylynn’s hair a tug, causing her to cry out.
“I still can’t believe you’re engaged!” Amelia said, looking my way.
“It’s been surreal. The trip up to Canada was amazing.”
Waylynn wiggled her brows. “That’s because y’all got snowed in. What wouldn’t be crazy nice about being stuck in a beautiful cabin for a few days.”
I chuckled. “That’s true. We did make good use of the time.”
Mitchell and I had decided not to share the fact that we were hoping for a baby. Until it happened, there was no use talking about it.
“Whatever happened with you and Jonathon? Y’all not getting it on anymore?” Amelia asked.
Letting out a gruff laugh, Waylynn rolled her eyes. “Please. It was one time. He’s too young for me.”
“He is not,” I said.
Waylynn turned to me. “Corina, I’m going to be thirty-three soon. He’s twenty-six.”
“Almost twenty-seven!” Amelia added.
“That makes me feel tons better. Thanks, sis.”
Gently hitting her leg, I said, “Oh, come on, Waylynn. That’s only six years’ difference. That’s not a big deal.”
I couldn’t help but notice how sad Waylynn’s eyes looked. Was it from not being with Jonathon—or was she just lonely? She’d moved into the other guest house on the ranch, but from what Melanie had told me, she stayed in her old room more than she did in her own house.
With a raised brow, I asked, “Was it only that one time y’all were together?”
When she didn’t respond, I had my answer. “Waylynn Parker, are you still sneakin’ ‘round with that boy?” Amelia asked with a shocked tone and deep southern accent.
Waylynn grinned. “I told him it wasn’t going to work. And yes, it was only that one time. Although, I wouldn’t mind another round with him. Preferably in a bed and not up against a wall.”
“Mmm… Still sounds hot, if you ask me,” Amelia added.
“It was hot as hell! The boy gave me two orgasms that rocked my ever-loving socks off.”
“Who gave you two orgasms?”
We all froze as Cord appeared in the doorway of Amelia’s old bedroom, where we were getting ready for the party. It took us five seconds to start laughing hard. Cord was dressed in all black, with a giant piece of bacon that ran down his entire body. His face was framed by the end of the bacon. He looked adorable and ridiculous, all at the same time.
“What the hell, Cord? Bacon!” Waylynn cried out as she held her stomach laughing.
Cord looked down at his costume then back at Waylynn. “That’s right. Chloe picked out the bacon costume for me because she said I loved bacon.”
“You look ridiculous!” she added.
He walked into the room, and I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing harder. “You ever wonder why she wanted you to be a witch?”
“Okay, now, wait,” Amelia said. “You just insulted all three of us. If you haven’t noticed we are all witches.”
Cord smirked. “If the shoe fits.” He glanced over to me. “Except for you, Corina. You’re like the good witch from The Wizard of Oz.”
“Why thank you, Cord. I appreciate the love.”
He shrugged. “Don’t get used to it. The moment you become a Parker…all bets are off and you’re open game.”
My grin faded.
“Now, let’s get back to what I overheard. Whose ass do I need to beat for having sex with you?”
Waylynn lost it laughing. “Right. Because I’m only thirty-two years old, jerk-face.”
Cord attempted to sit on the bed but the bacon pushed into his chin.
“Besides, you don’t see me trying to run after every girl you poke your dick into,” Waylynn added.
“You’d be running all over Texas,” Amelia added.
“Don’t be jealous because I have a good sex life. I can’t help it if I like sex. It’s fun.”