Chapter Fourteen
“Jason, hold up,” Sterling called from the front steps of the foreman’s house.
Jason paused, hand on the door of his truck. “‘Sup?”
Sterling loped over, then stopped short when he reached the truck, letting out a slow whistle. “Millie?” he asked with a smirk, eyeing the bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Jason shook his head. “Not a f*****g word.”
“You been reading for tips in those books?”
There was a time when he wouldn’t have let the dig pass without a witty comeback, but not today. “Maybe?” he quipped, reaching in to lay the flowers on the passenger seat next to the bag of groceries filled with steaks, a loaf of ciabatta, and a bottle of Case reserve.
Sterling peered inside the cab. “Holy smokes, bro. Deny if you like, but you’re f*****g in love. I thought you were
