Chapter 12

Understanding dawned on me. “So…you kind of spell it out?”

Levi nodded.

Oh dear, sweet, everything that was holy. Just when I didn’t think he could get any cuter. “Whiskey-Oscar-Whiskey,” I said, and he burst out laughing.

His hand flew to his chest. “You’re a dork,” he said, eyes beaming with affection.

“Hey, you’re the one who started it.”

“We do not want the Hell Sisters racing around the house screaming…” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “bitch to each other.” He shuddered. “Trust me on that.”

“I do.”

We remained seated at the table long after the plates were cleared and talked and laughed and had fun. He was such an amazing guy; funny and smart and caring, and I could spend hours and hours listening to him telling stories about his family.

And look at him. The way the tip of his nose moved up and down when he spoke was alluring. The way he laughed with his eyes, talked with his hands, and scratched his stubble on his chin made warmth fill up my belly.