With a growl he pulled her into his arms and kissed her roughly across the mouth. “Without having to worry about Grandma barging in.”
Biting her lip Char tilted her head. “I think I saw some whipped cream in the fridge.”
“Go. No!” Laughing, Jake helped her down the ladder as they ran back toward the house. Once they were in the kitchen Jake located the fruit and whipped cream and Char found the wine. They took the stairs two at a time but froze when they heard a low growl.
“Ah, shit.”
Chapter Fifty-three
“It was only too easy,” Travis said from on top of the stairs. “You see, Jake here never learned French, thought it was too feminine for his tastes. Isn’t that right, brother?”
“Travis…” Jake’s voice had taken on a warning edge. What the hell was his brother doing?
Kacey sat across Travis’s lap. A look of pure contentment washed across their faces as the dog stood blocking Jake and Char’s path to their room.
“Self-control is good for you,” Kacey said, kissing Travis’s neck. “I mean, really, we’re doing you guys a favor.”
“How’d you get rid of Grandma?” Jake asked. “No way would she leave you alone.”
Travis grinned. “Mr. Casbon. Seems he’s been feeling pretty lonely since Grandma’s taken up residence here in the hallway. One phone call and down the stairs she went.”
Jake wanted to smack the smile off his brother’s face. “Fine, you win, you possess more intelligence than a flea. Let us up.”
Kacey and Travis looked at one another as if to say, what do you think?
Char groaned behind him.
“Think of it as a team-building exercise.” Kacey finally said. “You work together to make it up the stairs and into your bedroom and we’ll ignore any cries of help in the process.”
“Why are you doing this?” Jake asked.
“We lost a wager,” Kacey said through clenched teeth. “It’s only fair that we get some satisfaction.”
“Why can’t everyone get satisfaction?” Jake wondered aloud.
“Because, it’s your fault Grandma’s singing at the wedding,” Kacey said. “Therefore, we get satisfaction, and you get…” She pointed to the white dog. “Charles Barkley.”
Travis gave her a high five as they walked out of the hall, leaving Jake and Char alone with the small dog.
“How dangerous can he be?” Jake reached his fingers out to the dog. It began to growl and then gnashed its teeth together. “He’s faking it, right? He’s not really a bad boy, are you, Charles!” He tried again. This time the dog almost took off his finger.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t stand any closer.” Char pulled him back. “He may decide to bite something else off and I’m pretty sure that would put a damper on our evening.”
Jake scratched his head. “What do we do? He’s guarding the way to our room, and the rest of the guest rooms are taken up by the wedding party.”
“We can always scream fire next to Amy’s and then lock her out of her room?” Char suggested in a hopeful voice.
“Char.” Jake grabbed her hand. “Be the bigger person.”
“Do I have to?”
“Try.” Jake chuckled and pulled her into his arms, placing a hungry kiss on her mouth. The dog, clearly agitated, began to bark.
With a growl Jake pulled back. “Stop barking!”
The dog barked louder, this time hopping on all four feet, as if he was trying to jump into the air.
“Shh!” Char pointed at the dog. “No bark!”