Southern Heartbreaker (Charleston Heat 4)

“Shhh.” I smile against the finger I hold to my lips. “Y’all are gonna destroy my reputation!”

“With pleasure,” Ford says, wagging his brows.

I put a hand on his back and look up at Bryce. “Let’s go home and get comfy. Think we can steal what’s left of that cake your dad made?”

Ford’s lips twitch. “I’ll go look for the box.”

I can’t resist. “It’s such a nice box.”

“Not as nice as yours.” Ford kisses my mouth this time. “C’mon. Let’s grab the cake and get out of here. Home is calling my name.”

“Mine too,” Bryce says.

“Mine three,” I say.

And that’s how the best day of the best year of my life ends—with the three of us curled up on Ford’s couch, cozy and cake filled and blissed out beyond belief.* * *