Her chestnut brown hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, with wisps and strands rebelling against the pins that held up the rest. “Dinner’s ready, and your guest is downstairs in my sweat suit.”
“Sorry about that, the lack of male clothes in this house left us few options.”
She grinned. “It’s nice to see my clothes actually be too small on a man.”
“Given the number of beer guts in this town, I’d say there’s more than a few men who wouldn’t fit into your clothes.”
She laughed. “Come on down, your guest seems a little antsy without you there.”
“Maybe we should give him one of Grandma Hattie’s special brownies to calm him down.”
“Ha! He wouldn’t be able to handle it, although I’d love to see it. He seems a bit…”
“Intense?”
“Exactly.”
“I’ll be down in a minute.”
Lainey left, and I checked the mirror one last time.
Austin was going to regret the day he ever tried to get me back.
