Page 30 of Take My Kiss
“Mom…” Sam groans, throwing his head back. “We gotta go before the fish are gone!”
He’s antsy about going, so I kiss his forehead and release him. “I packed you some snacks, but don’t eat ’em all at once.”
“I won’t!” He rushes down the stairs toward Bodie, who’s waiting in the truck.
“Don’t run!” I shout, but it’s too late. He’s already tuned me out.
“He’s gonna be fine,” Colton promises, standing in front of me. His lips curve up into a handsome smile. “My brothers and I were ten times worse, trust me. I dunno how my mother kept us alive.”
Sighing, my shoulders sag. “I swear, he’s gonna put me in an early grave.”
“Do you want me to text you updates or photos? Maybe that’d help ease some of your anxiety.”
“Sure, I mean, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. But…” He pulls out his phone. “I need your number.”
My eyes widen at the realization that we never exchanged them, and that once he has mine, there’s no way to take it back.
But he should have it in case of an emergency, so I tell him the digits, and we say goodbye.
Bellamy shows up shortly after while I’m cooking breakfast. Lily’s at the table coloring as she waits, but immediately perks up when she sees Colton’s sister.
Sam isn’t the only one I should be worried about getting attached to the Langstons.
“Have you heard anythin’ from Wilder or Delilah yet?” Bellamy asks while she eats the biscuits and gravy I made us.
“No, but I suspect I won’t until Monday or Tuesday when they meet up with the sheriff again. I think Maddox is there now, though.”
“I’m guessin’ you’ve never met him, right?”
“No, but after what they told me, I’m kinda scared to.”
She snorts, shoving more food in her mouth. “He’s a teddy bear when he’s not bashin’ your skull in.”
A piece of biscuit gets lodged in my throat.
“Oh shit, I was only kiddin’.” Bellamy pats my back until it goes down. “I mean, sorta.”
Taking a drink of my coffee, I scowl over the rim. “At this rate, I’m startin’ to feel bad for whoever’s stalkin’ me ’cause they have no idea who they’re about to meet.”
“The Jamisons are nice, but I wouldn’t wanna get on their bad side. Even being related. No one’s safe if you betray the family.”
“The more I hear ’bout ’em, the more I’m convinced they’re the Southern mob. But like, some organized crime shit.”
“Hm…they’re just well-respected in Stonehaven Falls. Everyone knows you don’t fuck with ’em, and most people are smart enough not to.”
“Yep, that’s the very definition of the mob.”
Bellamy laughs, and soon, I am too. Lily’s clueless about what’s going on, but she starts giggling with us, too.
“He’s good-lookin’. Wanna see a pic of him?”
“Should you be sayin’ that about your cousin?” I taunt.
“Second cousin,” she corrects. “And it’s not like I said hot or the type of man I’d throw all my values out the window for. He’s conventionally a decent lookin’ man.”
I smirk at the way she’s all flustered. “Oh, but there is someone you’d do that for?”
