The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [296]
Casey, he noted, wallowed in all the attention. The women doted on him shamefully.
Jordan saw everyone look up when he closed the kitchen door. His own apartments were over the garage, converted years ago when he realized he was a little different than the others, that he wanted and needed more privacy than they did. “Morning.”
Morgan, with his daughter Amber perched on his lap, leaned back and grinned. “I hear you’re checking into property around town. You thinking of moving?”
“No!” Honey put down the spatula she’d been using to turn eggs and turned to Jordan with a horrified expression. “It’s bad enough that Gabe and Elizabeth are planning to move. I like having you all here!”
Misty picked up the spatula and took over for her sister. “He’s been looking at warehouses, not homes.”
“Oh.” Honey seemed so relieved that Sawyer walked up to her, put his arms around her from behind and began kissing her nape.
“You can’t keep them all underfoot forever, sweetie.”
She looked dreamy for a moment—a common occurrence when Sawyer kissed her or touched her—then scowled at him over her shoulder. “Don’t say that. You’ll have them thinking we want them to leave.”
“My brothers know they’re always welcome.”
“And their wives.”
Sawyer nodded. “I think I hear Shohn.”
He left the room, oblivious to Casey’s chuckles. “How the heck does he hear Shohn,” Casey asked, “when no one else does? What’d the baby do? Burp?”
Everyone laughed except Honey. She, being as attuned to the baby as her husband, said matter-of-factly, “No, he yawned.”
Morgan brought the conversation back around just as Jordan sprawled into his seat. “So why are you checking out warehouses?”
Jordan tried to stare him down before everyone started questioning him, but it didn’t work. Amber reached up and pulled on her daddy’s nose, and Jordan had to smile. He adored kids and Amber was a real cutie. Luckily, she looked just like her mother.
He wondered how they’d found out about his property inquiries so soon. Granted, he’d started checking into it yesterday morning, right after the idea had come to him the night before. But he’d barely called five places. Half the time he thought his family had radar.
Misty, long since recovered from her bout with the flu, jumped in, saying, “According to what Honey and Elizabeth told me about Georgia’s talent, I bet he’s thinking of putting together a dance studio. Buckhorn doesn’t have anything like that, you know. A little culture wouldn’t hurt anyone.”
If he’d been prepared, if he’d had any forewarning at all that Misty might guess so close to the truth, Jordan could have blustered his way out of it. But he didn’t. He simply stared, in awe of Misty’s ability.
She felt him looking at her and glanced back. “What? Am I right?”
Morgan laughed. “Damn, you’re good, sweetheart! And Jordan, I personally think it’s a helluva idea.”
“Helluva idea,” Amber said, and Morgan quickly tried to hush her, but not quick enough. Misty glared at him with one of her you’re-in-trouble looks.
“Amber, sweetie,” Misty said, “Daddy’s got a nasty mouth and says things he shouldn’t. You can’t always copy him or people will say you have a nasty mouth, too.”
Amber pursed her cute little rosebud mouth and nodded. “Daddy’s nasty.”
“That’s right.” Misty kissed her daughter, who kissed her nasty daddy, just to make him stop looking so guilty.
Sawyer walked back in with Shohn on his shoulder. The baby still looked sleepy and had a soft printed blanket clutched in his chubby fist.
Honey said immediately, “Jordan is going to buy Georgia a dance studio.”
Sawyer drew up short. “He’s going to what?”
Jordan leaned forward, put his head on the table, and covered it with his arms. Amber patted his ear.
“A dance studio?”
“Yes.” Honey took the baby and snuggled him close. “Georgia would be a wonderful dance instructor.”
“How do you know?” Jordan asked, his voice muffled because he hadn’t sat up yet.
A heavy pause filled the air. Everyone looked at