Page 3 of Take My Kiss
“Oh my God,” Bellamy groans, sucker-punching his arm. “She already has one baby to take care of…she doesn’t need another one.”
“We’re twenty-four,” he argues.
Wilder snorts. “She’s thirty-one.”
I knew it.
“Andwayout of your league,” Posey taunts as her husband stands behind her with his lips twitching in laughter. Silas is used to our sibling banter by now.
“I like older women.” Bodie grins proudly, puffing out his chest. “They have moreexperienceand know exactly what they want.”
“That’s my boy,” Dad drawls, smacking him on the shoulder.
Mom elbows him in the ribs.
“I meantlifeexperience, Ma,” Bodie counters, but the mischievous smirk on his face says he’s full of shit.
His trimmed, thick, black facial hair makes him appear older, but he’s still a big kid at heart. His arm is covered in more ink than skin—which is usually how he attracts girls in the first place—but since he’s wearing a long-sleeve white shirt under his suit jacket, no one can see it.
But I’m willing to bet he’ll roll them up within the next twenty minutes to show them off.
Not that I have much room to talk. My sleeve goes past my wrist, so even in long sleeves, you can see some of my ink. But I’ll be rolling them up as soon as I find somewhere to put my jacket.
“C’mon, let’s get this over with.” Wilder grabs Delilah’s hand and nods for us to follow him.
Bodie and I do, but the rest of our family stays behind. Except, once we’re in front of the bridesmaids, my brain short-circuits.
She’s somehow even more stunning up close.
Wavy strands of honey and golden blonde are pulled into a half-updo with the rest flowing down her back. Ruby red lips and black eyeliner make her green eyes pop in a way that makes me desperate for them to focus on me.
“Ladies,” Delilah grabs their attention when I’m unable to speak. “Meet two of Wilder’s cousins: Bodie and Colton Langston.”
They halt their conversation and stare between us.
“Colt, this is Amelia Calhoun.” She points toward the blonde, then to the brunette. “Bodie, this is Raven Townsend.”
Clearing my throat, I rub my sweaty palms down my thighs.
“Howdy. It’s a pleasure to meet y’all,” I drawl, then hold out my hand, hoping she’ll take it.
Her gaze lowers down my arm until her eyes meet mine, and she wraps her small hand around mine—sending my heart into cardiac arrest at her gentle and lingering touch.
“You too. This is my daughter, Lily.” She hikes the toddler higher on her hip. “And my son, Sam.”
Bending my knees to make eye contact with the small boy, I smile at him. “You were an excellent ring bearer.”
“I know.”
“Sam,” Amelia tsks. “Manners.”
“I mean, thank you.” He grins sheepishly.
“You’re very welcome.” I wink before straightening my spine to find Amelia’s heated gaze on mine.
“This is Bailey,” Raven says, smiling warmly at her baby. “She’s only a few months old.”
“She’s adorable,” Bodie says, leaning over to get a better look since she’s wrapped tightly in a blanket.
