“How do you think Cal will react to the news he’s a grandpa?”
“I’m about to find out.” Kimi waved and she was gone.
Several hours later Kimi returned, livid about Cal chewing her out for telling her sister they were grandparents before she’d told him. So Kimi and Cal, the couple who never fought, had a huge row, right in front of Carolyn and Carson.
An infuriated Cal had chased after Kimi and stormed into the house. He’d cornered Kimi in the dining room. “Oh no you don’t, you little brat. You don’t get to tell me to fuck off and then run and hide.”
Kimi swigged directly from the bottle of whiskey she’d lifted from the liquor cabinet. “Not running. Not hiding. You were a dick to me, Calvin McKay. So don’t be so goddamned shocked that I don’t wanna be around you.”
He loomed over her. “Suck it up. You were in the wrong, and you know it.”
“I was not. You weren’t home!”
“I have a fuckin’ cell phone for situations exactly like this one,” he bellowed.
“Which you won’t answer because you’ll be too busy doin’ some stupid cow thing.”
“Stupid cow thing?” he repeated. “I’ll remind you the stupid cow thing keeps you in hair dye and rhinestones.”
Oh no. Cal did not go there. Carolyn heard Carson groan behind her.
“You are such a prick!” She whipped the bottle of whiskey at him.
Fortunately Kimi was a crappy shot and Cal had great reflexes. He caught the bottle. There wasn’t much booze left. He drained the remainder and set it aside. “Apologize to me right now, Kimberly Jo West McKay.”
He used her full name, knowing full well how much she hated it.
“Why should I? With that glug of booze you knocked back I see we won’t kiss and make up since you’ll have a case of whiskey dick.”
Cal laughed. Hard. “Wild cat, I ain’t ever had whiskey dick in my life and you damn well know it.”
“Why are you being like this? You never give a damn what Caro and I talk about.”
“This time is different. I always thought we’d hear about our first grandbaby together. How would you like it if I knew about that precious baby girl and told a buncha people before I told you?”
That gave Kimi pause. “Fine. I shoulda told you first.”
“That ain’t an apology. Try again.”
At some point Cal had trapped Kimi against the wall. She put her hands on his hips to push him back. “I’m sorry.”
Cal laughed—a little snidely. “That’s one. You owe me more than one apology.”
“For what?”
“For callin’ me a dick. For callin’ me a prick. For questioning my ability to perform. And wild cat, I’ve never left you wanting on that front, have I?”
“No.”
“So apologize.”
“Sorry.”
“Huh-uh. Offer the proper apology to the injured party.”
“What?”
“On your knees.”
Kimi murmured something that caused Cal to growl and dip his head toward her chest.