She poked out her bottom lip and crossed her arms over her chest, so much like the defiant little girl she used to be. At least she didn’t argue with Bo.
“It’s only for a few weeks, I’m sure. And it’s just a precaution.” Bo, the voice of reason, stood a better chance of getting through to her than Lucky. Bo switched his attention to Ty. “We take you to school, we bring you home. I’m sorry, but you need to stick close to the house until we can determine there’s no threat.”
“This kinda thing happens to you a lot, doesn’t it?” Ty twirled spaghetti around his fork, dipped the mass in mashed potatoes, and shoved the forkful into his mouth.
Looked gross, but wasn’t half bad if you added enough spaghetti sauce.
Bo and Lucky spoke in unison, “It happens.”
“Yup.” Ty gave a decisive nod. “I’m gonna be an engineer. They don’t have people wanting to kill them.”
“I knew one once I wanted to k…” A glare from Bo fierce enough to peel paint made Lucky shut his mouth. Not helping. Right.
“You know I have a concealed carry permit, right? And I can fight.” Lucklighters didn’t give up easy, and Charlotte proved more determined than most.
Three sets of eyes landed on her belly.
“Oh, all right.” She huffed a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ll be the delicate Southern flower for now, but if I see this guy, I’m still kicking his ass. Oh, I’ll need pictures. And bullets.”
Lucky rocked Andro to sleep. Such a cute little guy, secure in his Papa’s arms without a care in the world. Safe. With Papa. What if Landry came after Andro? The baby? Bo? Charlotte? Ty?
Maybe he should invest in a better security system for the house. Once upon a time, he’d nothing to lose, so nothing to fear. Now?
Bo appeared in the doorway to the nursery, wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging boxers. The man looked downright fine in nothing, with his smattering of chest hair, dark treasure trail, flat stomach, and tousled hair. “Is he asleep?”
“Yeah.” Lucky handed the sleeping child to Bo and rose from the chair, stretching out the kinks in his back. He watched as Bo laid the baby in the crib and covered him with the slightly lopsided blue blanket Auntie Charlotte had crocheted for him.
Bo moved his arm around Lucky’s waist. “I still can’t believe he’s ours.” He bent and brushed his fingers through Andro’s hair. “Isn’t he beautiful?”
“Like his daddy.” Lucky leaned into Bo’s warmth and comfort. At one time Bo’s steadfastness rubbed him the wrong way. Oh, how he’d come to depend on his rock-solid man.
Even if Bo did restrict Lucky’s junk food intake.
“Ready for bed? Or would you rather stand here all night and watch our son sleep?” Bo added a hint of innuendo to his voice.
Oh, yeah? Lucky tilted his head back to gaze up at Bo. “I think I’d rather crawl into bed and convince you to pull those boxers off.”
They stepped from the nursery into their bedroom, Lucky pulling the door nearly closed behind them.
A smile quirked up one side of Bo’s mouth, enough to flash a brief glimpse of The Dimple. “Well, now. Think you can do that?”
Lucky pinned Bo against the wall. “I’m told I can be mighty persuasive, when I want to be.”
“Oh, yeah?” Bo’s kiss tasted minty. “You’re overdressed,” he said, pulling away enough to get the words out and returning with a vengeance.
Lucky broke the kiss but remained close enough for their breath to mingle. “If you’re trying to distract me from a shitty day, you’re doing one helluva job.”
“I aim to please. Now hush. You’re interrupting my distraction.” Bo sealed their lips again, slipping his tongue into Lucky’s mouth—and shooting a 220-current straight to Lucky’s groin. He trailed kisses over Lucky’s jaw, down his neck, finally settling where neck met shoulder, lightly scraping teeth over the skin.
Chills ran up Lucky’s arms. And spine. And anywhere else chills formed.
Yeah, one helluva distraction.
Pressing his body close, Bo forced Lucky backwards one step at a time, until Lucky’s knees connected with the mattress. With a gentle shove from Bo, he toppled onto the bed.
He sat up and shucked his T-shirt over his head.
Bo removed Lucky’s boots, dropping them to the floor with a heavythunk. Together they opened Lucky’s jeans.