As soon as we entered the kitchen, my woman was standing to the side, with Lila, Everly, and Tatum.
Harlee was telling her who everyone was.
And she pointed at Garrick... I watched my brother Garrick and saw something I’ve never seen in his eyes.
Interest.
Well. Shit.
I jerked my chin at Harlee and got her attention, then I said, “Fix your plate first, baby. Then the rest of the women.”
She lifted a brow, “Why?”
“First, you cooked. Second, learned a long time ago, a man who doesn’t make sure his woman has all she needs, then he isn’t a man worthy of her smile. Third, don’t even think about doing the dishes.”
Her cheeks flushed, then she nodded and moved to make her plate.
Lila sighed as she moved in behind my woman, “Harlee, clone him.”
Everly giggled as she followed Lila, “Ditto.”
Tatum chuckled and then followed Lila.
Talia gagged, “I have enough brothers, I don’t need any more.”
Mom walked past me, wrapped an arm around my waist, squeezed, and then she too went to make her plate.
Darla had hers made, and then she looked up at me and mouthed, “Thank you.”
As soon as their plates were made, the rest of us moved to the food.
Dominik clapped me on the back, “If I ever find a woman, remind me to never let her around you.”
I lifted a brow, “Why is that?”
He shook his head, “Because you're going to make me look bad as fuck.”
Garrick chuckled, “What he said.”
Ethan nodded, “I’m with them.”
Alec nodded.
Peter slapped me on the back.
Dad looked at me and winked, “Proud of you, Carter. So damn proud.”
Granger sighed, “And I’m fucked.”
Every eye came to him as he took a bite of the potato salad she had made, and he moaned.
“Gonna have to hunt to find a woman like Harlee. You lucky bastard.”
I laughed.
Drinks in hand, we headed out to the back porch, and I was grateful my parents had dropped off chairs earlier in the week.
Once her food was rightfully demolished, yes, my woman had been right.
