Page 109 of Hard to Hold
“Hot damn,” Calvin muttered. “She’s married, you say?”
I lifted an eyebrow, then headed around to the back end of the trailer. I unlocked the door, lifted it, then grabbed one of the chairs.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lynx was saying when I approached, “he’s my cousin. Clearly, I’m the better-lookin’ one.”
Mrs. Stephenson giggled.
Of course she did.
Lynx had a way with the ladies. Old, young, married, divorced, single. Didn’t matter. The guy knew how to sweet-talk his way right into their hearts.
When I moved up onto the porch, Lynx glanced back at me, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “She’s got lemonade.”
“Right this way,” Mrs. Stephenson crooned sweetly, turning and adding some additional swing to her hips.
I wanted to get this shit over with.
And fast.
Twenty minutes later, we had the table set up in the dining room and I was wiping it down with a cloth.
“Come on, boys,” Mrs. Stephenson called. “Come get some lemonade while it’s cold.”
Calvin leaned in. “Does it get hot?”
I shrugged. “I’ll see y’all out at the truck.”
“Nope. Sorry, son.” My father grabbed my arm. “You got us in this mess. You’re gettin’ us out.”
Fuck.
Amy
I was sitting in my office when I heard the boys come in. Copenhagen was out the door and down the stairs in no time.
They’d left almost three hours ago to deliver the table to Mrs. Stephenson and hadn’t been sure when they’d be back. I had been so engrossed in coming up with ideas for the online store that I hadn’t even realized the time.
“Amy! Hey, girl! Come on out here!” Lynx shouted.
Laughter ensued.
Getting up from my chair, I couldn’t help but smile, loving the sound of so much happiness. I'd spent so many years alone, trapped in my house. No friends, no family, no one to talk to. It was nice to have Wolfe and Lynx around. Not to mention, Calvin. And Copenhagen. I couldn’t forget him.
Stepping out of my office, I peered over the railing.
“Hey, darlin’,” Wolfe’s father greeted.
“Hi, Mr. Caine.” I smiled brightly, happy to see him. I'd only talked to him a few times since I started working at the shop, but whenever I did, he always made me feel as though I was a part of his family.
I glanced over at Lynx. He was holding something up toward me. “I brought you a donut.”
I grinned.
“Don’t lie, boy. Wolfe got her the damn donut,” Calvin grumbled as he smacked Lynx on the back of the head.
“Yeah, but I went with him; therefore, I’ll take my thanks in the form of a kiss.”
Wolfe swatted Lynx on the back of the head.
