Room for More
from Piper to Lucy to me. “Maybe. We’ll see, okay?” The girls pouted as Kacie quickly changed the subject. “How do you guys want your eggs today? Scrambled or over easy?”
    “Scrambled,” they called out before running to play in the family room.
    I sat quietly, trying to read Kacie’s body language. She was facing away from me, her head down as she whisked the eggs quickly—a little quicker than I was comfortable with, frankly. Women always do things faster when they’re mad.
    Walk. Cook. Type. Talk.
    Watching her arm whip around mixing those eggs had my heart racing.
    Was what I said that bad?
    “Kacie?”
    She jumped at the sound of her name and spun to face me, tears in her eyes.
    “Holy shit, are you mad? I’m sorry.” I hopped off my stool and rushed around the island.
    She shook her head. “No, no. I’m not mad, but me bringing them to your place just makes all of this… very real.”
    “You have two very smart little girls, Jensen. They see us hugging. They’ve seen me kiss you. They’re not stupid; they know what’s going on.”
    She sighed. “I know and I’m okay with that. I’m just worried about them getting too attached.” Her head was facing down, but she peeked up at me with her huge green eyes. “Me too.”
    “Kacie, get attached. Please , get attached. I sure as hell know I am. You’re what I want. You and the girls. This is it for me.” I brushed a fresh tear from her cheek. “I know we’re taking our time, especially where the girls are concerned, but you’re my more, remember?”
    “You’re my more too.” A tiny smile formed on her pink, kissable lips. “And I don’t even have to ask them. They’re crazy about you. They talk about you constantly.”
    I looked over at the two cute little blonde heads dancing to Taylor Swift in the family room and smiled.
    “Good, because I’m not being cautious. I’ve thrown myself into this wholeheartedly and I’m pretty damn attached to all three of you.”
    She grinned and her little freckle-covered nose crinkled just the way I liked.
    “Plus, I had to say something to make them happy again, especially Lucy. Did you see the look on her face when I told her I was leaving?”
    She bit her lip to keep from laughing at me and shook her head.
    “Holy shit!” I threw my hands up in the air. “If she ever looks at me like that again, I’m going to give her whatever the hell she asks for. Pony. Pink convertible. A pony driving a pink convertible. I don’t know how you fight those looks. They’re kryptonite.”
    A small giggle escaped her as she rolled her eyes. “You get used to the looks. Sometimes you have to say no.”
    Gently poking her in the chest, I grinned at her as big as I could. “ You have to say no. I’m perfectly happy being the pushover. What my Twinkies want, my Twinkies get.”
    “Oh God,” she whooped.
    “But I do have a compromise for now, if you’re interested. My mom invited us to spend a weekend at their farm before the girls get too involved with school and stuff.”
    “Really?”
    “Yep. This coming weekend, actually. They have plenty of extra space in the house, and we can take Lucy and Piper fishing and horseback riding. There’s even a pier on their private lake if you want to take it for a whirl.” I wiggled my eyebrows up and down at her.
    Her hand smacked me on the chest playfully. “I’ll look at my schedule and let you know later.”
    “Wow.” I was surprised. “That was easy. You agreeing to that pier part too?”
    The most adorable smirk grew on her face as she walked up to me and pinched my ass. “We’ll see about that one. Bring a big tube of hydrocortisone just in case.”
     

     
    My ass was itchy and I was so exhausted on the ride home from Kacie’s that I thought I might fall asleep at the wheel. I cranked up Nine Inch Nails and rolled the windows down to keep myself awake as I drove. Poor Diesel was trying to sleep on the seat next to me, but I was playing drums on

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