"Yes, the boys did, Mom. They always do, and if either of you tell the dads, the boys are going to find out and then... I want some time, Mom. He's special. I really like him." Brianna smiled softly. "I promise when I know he feels the same way, I'll introduce you to him. But please, Mom. No hover-copter action."
Hannah blinked and then stated, "I don't hover."
Amber and Kallie faked choking on their drinks, and Brianna and Tara burst out laughing. Hannah's eyes opened wide, and she reached for her best friend. "Sharon, I think I may be insulted."
"Hannah, sweetie. You do tend to get into your children's affairs."
"But only with the best of intentions." Hannah's eyes went wide.
"Okay, Mom. Please, I promise I will tell you everything, and I'll even go one step further. I'll call you once a day to let you know how I'm doing. But please, give me the space to see if this is what I think it could be."
"I can do that, honey." Hannah embraced her oldest daughter. Amber and Kallie sniggered behind their glasses when Hannah crossed her fingers behind Brie's back.
"Oh, and for the love of God, don't tell Bekki. He does not need an investigative reporter shoving a mic up his––"
"Brianna!" Hannah scolded before Brie finished the sentence.
Brianna huffed, "I was going to say... nose."
Amber and Kallie laughed again. Brie sent them a withering glance which made them laugh all the harder. When Kallie was able to control her laughter, she tipped her glass toward Amber. "Welcome to the insanity, my sister. We are in for one hell of a ride."
Amber clanked glasses with her sister-in-law and took a drink.
Hannah King flashed her a smile and winked before she took a drink of her own wine.
She'd already been on one hell of a ride, but she'd take another trip around the park with these women. Anytime.
Chapter 24
By the time he heard Amber come inside, he had the kitchen cleaned and the tables folded ready to take downstairs in the morning. He remained where he was, facing the harbor and watching the lights. She slipped up beside him, and he wrapped his arm around her. "Did you have a good time?" He dropped a kiss to her hair and smiled at the smell of alcohol on her breath.
"We had a great night."
"Tell me you didn't drive home."
"Nope. Kallie and I shared an Uber." She stepped in front of him and wrapped her arms around his waist before laying her head on his pec. He wrapped his arms around her. "She's crazy."
"Kallie?"
"Yep. They’re coming tomorrow night."
"Who? Brock and Kallie?"
"Yep." Amber nodded against his chest.
"When?"
"What?" She looked up at him.
"When are they coming over?"
"Who?"
"Brock and Kallie."
"Oh, yeah, they're coming over. I told you that, didn't I?"
He smiled and put a finger on her nose. Her eyes crossed trying to follow it. "How much did you have to drink?"
"I'm thinking... enough." She smiled up at him.
"I think you are correct."
"Brianna is in love." She slipped from his arms and slid her shirt off.
He caught the material when she tossed it to him. "Damn."
Amber ran her hands up her waist and higher where he saw the leopard print of her bra. That was new... and sheer... so damn sheer he could see her nipples poking against the shimmer of leopard print.
"Brianna."
"What?" He blinked at her face but dropped his eyes immediately when her hands dropped to her jeans. The button unanchored and the zipper peeled down. He could see the very top of her panties. Shit… they matched. She shimmied from her jeans, and he laughed. Her socks had a lace cuff and were the same leopard print. "Come here."
She moved toward him; her eyes dropped to the buttons of his shirt. "You are wearing too many clothes, Detective." Her fingers popped the buttons out of the holes easily. She pushed away the fabric and tongued his nipple. The feel of her velvet soft tongue on his skin aroused his already hard cock. He shrugged out of the button down and held on to her waist as she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and pushed the zipper down. Her smaller hand reached into the denim and sweet merciful heavens he saw stars.
She purred, "I want you."
"Here?" He shoved down his jeans and boxers, snagging his socks as he stomped out of the clothes. His cock strained, hard and ready for his wife. Damn, he loved the phrase. His. Wife. She