“Are you ogling my husband?”
“Yes,” Kasey admitted with a nod as she finished off the rest of her cider before holding up the empty cup to the man in question.
“Okay,” Rebecca said with an unconcerned shrug as she joined them at the table.
With a glare, most likely for interrupting his work, Lucifer reluctantly stepped away from her collection of spices that he’d been in the middle of organizing to refill her drink. Once he’d filled her cup, he took it upon himself to add a few more slices of cranberry bread and banana bread to her plate and Haley’s before pushing the homemade honey butter she’d made this morning between them with a glare that told them that they’d better eat. Knowing better than to argue with a Bradford male, who by the way she’d like to point out, turned into mother hens around pregnant women, she slathered an obscene amount of butter on her bread while Haley did the same, all while they continued to ogle him.
“And Reese is fine with this?” Rebecca asked absently as she joined in on ogling her husband while he worked.