And it was there he whispered, “You jump outta my truck again before I’ve come to a complete halt, swear to God, baby, I’ll turn you over my knee. You with me?”
My chest was rising and falling swiftly. I’d lost the ability to see, everything went blurry and I’d also lost the ability to think.
His fingers at my hip gave me a squeeze at the same time his hand at my belly pressed in again and he prompted, still whispering, “Mara, you with me?”
I nodded.
I got another squeeze and belly press then I kid you not, I felt his lips against the skin of my neck where he murmured, “Good.”
His hands dropped away. My body realized it had its opportunity and it started to take flight. I got one step away before I was hooked with a strong arm, turned before I was hips to hips with Mitch again, this time full-frontal. His arm locked around my waist while his other hand lifted to curl around the side of my neck.
“Now a couple more things we’re gonna get straight,” he said quietly.
Oh God. He was close. He looked serious and he was talking quietly but he was also talking in that bossy voice that was very firm. All of this equaled trouble for me, I just knew it.
I was not wrong.
“Mitch, the kids –” I breathed.
“First, we’re goin’ to Lola’s and giving them a good meal.”
I blinked at him.
Lola’s?
Lola’s?
Lola’s was awesome and had absolutely fantastic food but it was also not what the kids were used to. It wasn’t fancy but it wasn’t Taco Bell either and it wasn’t exactly inexpensive. I hadn’t actually asked Mitch to accompany me but since he did, I thought we’d pop to the nearest fast food joint, go through a drive thru and get the kids home. After, I would do whatever it was I was going to have to do at Bill’s then get home and away from Mitch.
Lola’s meant sitting down. Lola’s meant time. Time spent with Mitch and time Mitch spent with me and the kids.
What man wanted that? Kids he didn’t know and a woman who he thought had her head up her ass.
Maybe he was insane.
“But –” I started and Mitch talked over me.
“I’m payin’ and if you even open your mouth to argue with me, I’m gonna be forced to find a way to stop you speaking and the way I’ll pick means Billy’s gonna get an eyeful of exactly the kind of friend I intend to be.”
My mouth dropped open and I felt my eyes get wide.
“We straight?” he asked.
No. No, we were not. We definitely were not. We absolutely were not straight.
“Um…” I mumbled.
“Yes or no, sweetheart,” he prompted.
“Uh…” I muttered.
He grinned and I swallowed. Then my throat closed when his face dipped closer to mine.
“Um and uh aren’t options, baby,” he told me softly.
“Mitch –”
His grin built to a smile, I clamped my mouth shut and he declared, “We’re straight.”
Then he grabbed my hand, hauled me to the doors the kids were standing at, both of them staring at us with polar opposite expressions on their faces (Billie happy, Billy not at all happy). He led the three of us to the SUV. I opened the door for Billy to climb in. Mitch opened the door and hefted Billie into her seat, something which made her giggle but then a lot made Billie giggle. I got in the passenger side while Mitch folded in behind the wheel.
“We all buckled in?” Mitch asked into the cab.
“Yes!” Billie shrieked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Bray, Brent and Derek don’t touch Auntie Mara in any of the ways you touch her,” Billy stated on a clear accusation instead of answering Mitch’s question.
“No, they don’t,” Mitch agreed. “You buckled in?”
There was no response until I twisted in my seat to look at him. He glared at me.
Then he crossed his arms on his chest, turned his glare in Mitch’s direction and grunted, “Yeah.”
Chapter Five
A Strong Hand to Hold Onto
I didn’t want to have to ask. I really didn’t want to have to ask but there was a waiting list at Lola’s. They said fifteen minutes and I had to ask.
Mitch was standing at the hostess station. I got as close to him as I dared, went up on my toes and with my mouth near his ear I whispered, “Can you do me a favor and look after Billie while I take Billy outside for a chat?”
His neck twisted, his eyes leaving the hostess who was staring at him like she wanted to pounce which was probably how most women stared at him (including me). I’d only ever been in public with him this once. I wasn’t looking forward to it and that was one of the many reasons. He tipped his head down and his eyes caught mine. Then they scanned my face. Then he nodded once.