Swept: MMF Menage Romance (Polished Book 2) by Alyssa Turner

Author:Alyssa Turner [Turner, Alyssa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-01-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

What eggs had to do with Easter Spencer would never know. He sat at their kitchen table and did his best to dunk the hard-boiled treasures into a bowl of dye at just the angle Rory had asked. What he wouldn’t do for Rory he was certain he’d never find out.

“Hey, babe? Did you want me to dip them once or twice?”

Rory lifted her head out of her Martha Stewart cookbook. She tucked her hair behind her ears, but her brow was still creased when she asked him to repeat himself.

“You know we could just tell your mom and dad that we had a grease fire while trying to cook that country ham. Chinese takeout is only a phone call away.”

Rory hissed at him like an angry tabby and tossed an inky paper towel at his head. He let the corner of his mouth curl a little. His laughter was barely contained. She didn’t notice. Her head was already buried once more in her holiday cookbook, complete with yellow Post-it notes carefully placed like flags of conquest on each selected recipe. But Rory looked more like she was ready to surrender. Only two people in the world stressed Rory out this way. It sucked that she’d had to live more than half of her life under their roof.

“You know that it will all turn out perfect. You’re a great cook.”

“From your mouth to my mother’s ears,” Rory said with a sigh, and then she was up and moving about the kitchen, all business.

Spencer placed the last egg in its holder and eased up behind her at the counter. He walked his fingertips down the side of her neck while she trimmed the tips from a bushel of asparagus. Sweeping her auburn waves off to her shoulder, he nuzzled into that spot behind her ear where the scent of her shampoo lingered. He didn’t need to speak louder than a whisper for her to hear him.

“You’re nervous about telling your parents that you’re taking Jack’s name.”

She shook her head, but the energy to vocalize her denial seemed to escape her. Instead, she reached for her composting pail and began to scrape the vegetable waste from the cutting board.

“We’ll do it tag-team style. I’ll knock over my glass of wine, and while your mom is freaking over your grandmother’s tablecloth, you can just blurt it out.”

“That’s not funny,” Rory said through a giggle.

“You’re right. It’s a nice tablecloth.” He slapped her playfully on the ass and kissed her on the top of her head.

Rory laughed. Mission accomplished.

The neat zip of the deck door told them both that Jack had returned from the market. “Fresh tulips, just as the lady asked.” He looked pleased with himself, an invisible cape flowing behind him. In most situations, Rory wasn’t a damsel-in-distress kind of girl, but this was Easter dinner with the Campbells after all.

“Oh, OK, white. I was hoping they’d be yellow, but I can make white work.” She turned her attention back to the sink, rinsing the knife and cutting board.

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