Page 127 of Let Me Love You

Katie, Noah, Gemma, Tyler, Lexie, and her husband, Brett, are sitting at the dining room table, and we join them, taking the last two chairs. Archer rests his hand on the inside of my thigh, and I love the way it feels.

When I look at him, I smirk as I take a bite of the coconut pie.

“This is orgasmic,” I say, holding back a moan.

Lexie snorts. “It really is. Pretty sure it got me pregnant.”

Her mother-in-law raises her brows with a disapproving glare before going back to her conversation with Belinda. Lexie sinks back into her seat, and Brett excuses himself.

“Don’t worry about her,” I offer, knowing how evil the woman can be.

She lowers her voice. “Oh, I’m not. Pretty sure she won’t be happy until I give her a grandchild.”

“Babies don’t fix problems,” Katie interjects with truth in her voice. Truth that she knows from personal experience.

“Thanks, y’all.” Lexie leans in. “So, how’s the dating life going?”

Archer grins. “Great. I’m a five-star catch.”

“And I’m the best lay he’s ever had,” I add.

Lexie bursts out laughing. “Sounds like a match made in heaven.”

Archer leans into my ear. “You really are.”

“Do I hear wedding bells?” Noah offers.

“Your own,” I retort.

“Aunt Everleigh, I’ll marry you.” Owen runs over, carrying a huge slice of strawberry cake.

“Aw, sweetie. Well, I’ll tell ya what. In fifteen years, if I don’t have a ring on my finger yet, then it’s an automatic yes. But trust me when I say you’re gonna find someone closer to your age before that happens.”

“Don’t gimme a heart attack.” Katie holds her hand over her heart. “Owen, you’re not allowed to date ever.”

“I already am, Mom.”

Her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “Since when? You’re eleven!”

“Two weeks ago. Dad knows.” Owen throws Noah under the bus without a second thought, and we all laugh.

A few of the older women who come into the shop notice how I am around Archer, and I know it’s only a matter of time before it spreads all over town.

Scarlett begins crying, and Tyler stands to grab her from Jerry. “She might’ve pooped,” Jerry whispers.

Tyler chuckles, then makes a face. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

“Do you want me to take care of it?” Gemma asks.

“Nah, I got it, babe. Finish your food.”

When he’s out of sight, Gemma leans in. “Sometimes, he still gags. It’s hilarious because, at this point, I’m immune.”

“Looking forward to my superhero skill of smelling shit and not throwing up,” I say with a laugh.

“You heard it from the lady herself, Archer. The rest is up to you,” Katie says, and Noah chuckles.

My cheeks heat as Archer squeezes my thigh again.