Southern Admirer (Southern Loving Book 2) by Ava Thorn

favorite restaurant and the fact he asked for extra vegetables
because he knew that she was breastfeeding. “Thanks,” she said. Standing up she
went Shane and took the bag from him. “I’ll fix the plates and you sit down.
Shay is asleep, but you can watch her as she sleeps.”
    “I plan on it.” He took his holster off and placed
it on the kitchen counter. He saw how uneasy Jasmine was when she looked at the
gun. She came from a law enforcement family; her father was a detective with
the Dallas Police Department for twenty-eight years not to mention her brothers
were officers of the law. “The safety is on,” he assured her.
    “You have a gun safe for it right?” she asked as
she took plates from the cabinet.
    “Yes.” He came up beside Jasmine; she smelled like
baby vomit and something sweet that he couldn’t put his finger on. “I know how
to use my gun,” he said against her ear.
    “Of course,” she breathed, and tried to get her
mind off the closeness of his body against her.
    Shane moved toward the sink and washed his hands
as his eyes were glued to woman standing inches away from him. “Jasmine have
you talked to your parents lately?” he asked.
    “I texted them yesterday,” she replied, placing
the plates on the kitchen table. “Why?” She turned around looking at him.
    “Benjamin told me your parents are planning a
surprise visit this weekend.” He saw the look of shock on her beautiful face.
    “I just….” She tried to speak. “I need…a little
more time.”
    Shane stood in front of Jasmine, who was trying
her best to keep her sight fixed on the floor. “Austin and Farrah will be back
on the ranch tomorrow, I already spoken with her on the journey home about
fixing an appetizer and she agreed. I recalled that you have a friend named
Sandra, get her over here to help you.”
    Just the mention of Sandra’s name caused Jasmine
blood to boil. “We’re not friends anymore.” Her eyes finally met his. “We had
this huge disagreement.”
    “About?”
    “Girl stuff.” Jasmine shrugged and placed the
plates on the table. “Eat,” she said.
    “Yes ma’am.” He pulled out her chair.
    Shane was an absolute southern gentleman, her mother
used to tell her those types of guys were a dying breed. He was always polite
unless you rubbed him the wrong way, and very hospitable. Shane was the type of
man who would give you his jacket if you said you were cold, not to mention he
was a passionate.
    “Thanks,” she said softly and sat down.
    Shane walked to the bassinet and brought it into
the kitchen and placed it onto the table. “I think everyone will have a heart
attack, when they find out about the cute baby we made.”
    “Yep, I can see it now.” Jasmine cringed as she
thought about her parents, brothers and what they would say. “Remind me to hide
all the knives.”
    “I will,” he said with amusement, as he dipped his
tortilla chip into the fresh guacamole. “I got you a tostada salad.”
    “Yeah, but I rather have some of your nachos.”
Jasmine reached over for his plate only to receive a slap on the hand. “Are you
serious?”
    “Yeah,” he groaned as he ate another chip. “Eat
the salad.”
    Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She pouted.
    “I have an hour to burn with you, did you want to
shower before I leave?” he asked. Shane placed a few nachos on Jasmine’s plate.
    “Alright,” she said happily, and gobbled down her
salad. Standing up she gave him a slight peck on the cheek, taking one last peek
at her peaceful sleep baby.
     Jasmine made a mad dash to her bedroom,
where she slipped out her clothes and into the hot water that greeted her skin.
Her mind was whirling around the fact that she told Shane she would stay with
him until her maternity ended but there was no way Jasmine could do that. Every
time she was around him words seem to get stuck in her throat. The kiss from
earlier had her mind in a loop, she was confused and the sexual tension between
them