Callie glances at me as I hesitate with a fork of food heading toward my waiting mouth. “Yes?”
“On a scale of one to ten, how is Jace in bed?”
“We are so not going there.” I fidget uncomfortable with this part of the conversation. Dahlia might be married to Jace’s brother, but my relationship with Jace is private.
“Shit. I’m sorry Savannah.” Dahlia reaches out with her hand, and quickly squeezes mine. “Forget I asked that. I’m not usually so…so, nosy.”
Callie snickers. “Yes, she is. Most of the time she gets away with it.”
“Oh, you hush up.” Dahlia smiles at Callie before turning her soft smile of apology toward me.
I smile. “I’m sorry. I just don’t feel comfortable talking about Jace in that way. It’s special, you know? But I will say that he rocks my world.”
They chuckle as we finish eating, which is when I realize that I don’t know anything about Callie or her husband. I’ve met them very briefly once or twice, but no one has told me much. I’ve just picked things up here and there.
I turn to Callie. “Does Deception perform often?”
She shakes her head. “Not as much as they did, although Ryder asked them, on Jace’s behalf if they’d perform at the charity ball game. They said yes. They’re all suckers for kids.”
“That’s great. Do you know what they’re going to be singing?”
“I do, but I’m sworn to secrecy.” She offers a secret smile. “But they’ve been practicing and they are so good. They make me cry every damn time they practice.”
I groan. “I need tissues then?”
“Plenty.” She pushes her plate away as I take the last bite of mine.
“That was delicious and now I’m so stuffed all I want is a nap.”
Dahlia snickers. “Well, we’re heading back to the men now, so maybe you’ll be able to get Jace to take you back to his place for a nap.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jace
After confirming all the last minute details for the game tomorrow, I’m finally ready to relax with Savannah.
These past few days I’ve been distracted, and although I’ve tried to be there for her, my mind has been elsewhere.
It’s been difficult relying on Richard when all I want to do is punch him for how he treated Savannah, and for cheating on her. But at the end of the day, she’s mine and I intend to keep her.
The large bouquet of flowers in my hand will surprise her because this is the first time I’ve bought her some. It was Dahlia’s parting shot when I left Kix, ‘Savannah might like some flowers,’ that had me detouring to a florist. I now have a mental note to treat my girl to small presents every now and again, be unpredictable with what they are, and when I give them.
Climbing from my truck, I head up the porch with a smile on my face because I know that Savannah will be waiting for me. No matter how many times I tell her, she’s always here with a cooked meal ready for us to eat at the end of the day. A few times over the past two weeks, we’ve prepared the meal together and that fills my heart with pure pleasure. It’s as though we’ve been together for a long time with the routine we have.
My sleeping pattern has changed so much since I fall asleep with Savannah in my arms. Instead of tossing and turning half the night, I stay asleep. Every day, I wake refreshed and looking forward to the coming day.
I’m hoping it will always be like that, but I have this niggling feeling at the back of my mind that it won’t last.
I do know from past experiences that I can go a few months without incident before it hits again. I guess I just have to pray Savannah keeps her promise to lock herself in the bathroom.
Sighing, I remove the frown my worry has caused, and unlock the front door. Before I can even open the door fully, the scent of chicken casserole reaches me, causing my stomach to rumble with hunger. This happens all the time. She’s damn good at cooking.
With the door slammed shut behind me, my eyes search for my woman, and then they find her—all the blood rushes south, and within seconds, my erection is hard as fucking steel.
She’s naked apart from some seriously high heels on her feet, and silk thigh-highs on her sexy legs. My eyes roam over her and I notice the birthday necklace I gave her res
ting on her chest at the entrance to the valley of her breasts.