Black Rose

stuffed it whole in his mouth. “Oink.”
    “Oh, go ahead, Logan.” Roz waved a hand. “He won’t be satisfied otherwise.”
    “Let’s see, one more.” His gaze scanned, landed on Hayley. “Look at those pretty, delicate feet. How about it, sweetheart?”
    Hayley laughed. “They’re about as delicate as banana boats.” But she slipped her shoe off.
    “Harper, move your grandmother’s Baccarat there to safer ground,” Roz ordered, “so your brother can show off.”
    “I prefer the term perform. ”
    “I recall a performance that cost Mama a lamp,” Harper commented as he moved heirlooms. “And got all three of us—and you, too, David, if memory serves—KP duty.”
    “In my salad days,” Austin claimed. After giving the trio of varied footwear a few testing tosses, he began to juggle. “As you can see, I’ve sharpened my skills since that regrettable incident.”
    “Fortunate to have a fallback career,” Mason told him. “You can take that act down to Beale Street.”
    The circling shoes had Lily giggling and bouncing on Harper’s hip. For herself, Roz just held her breath until Austin took his bow.
    He tossed a shoe back to a delighted Luke. “Can you teach me?”
    “Me, too!” Gavin insisted.
    “She’s going to say ‘not in the parlor,’” Austin announced even as Roz opened her mouth. “We’ll work in a lesson tomorrow—outside—keep us all safe from Mama’s wrath.”

    “She’s the boss of everybody,” Luke told him solemnly.
    “No flies on you. Since nobody’s seen fit to throw money, I’ll have to settle for a beer.”
    He strolled over to hand Logan his shoe, then walked to Hayley. “All right, Cinderella, let’s see if this fits.”
    He made a production out of slipping it back on her foot, then grinned at Harper over Hayley’s head. “Shoe fits.” He took her hand, kissed it. “We’ll just have to get ourselves married when I get back from the kitchen.”
    “That’s what they all say.” But she gave him a flirting sweep with her eyes.
    “Why don’t you get me a beer while you’re at it?” Mason asked.
    “If I’m taking orders, what can I get everyone?”
    After a scatter of requests, he looked over at Harper again. “Why don’t you give me a hand fetching the supplies?”
    “Sure.” He passed Lily back to Hayley, and followed his brother out of the room.
    “Can’t miss this,” Mason whispered to his mother, then strolled out behind them.
    “PRETTY THING, ISN’T she, our cousin Hayley?” Austin commented.
    “You’ve always had a keen knack for stating the obvious.”
    “Then I’ll keep my streak going by saying I think she’s soft on me.”
    “And an infallible way of misjudging women.”
    “Hold on,” Mason told them. “I’ve got to find something to write on so I can keep score.”
    “She’s got the prettiest mouth. Not that you’d notice, big brother, since it’s not something growing out of a pot.” He took out a beer, had a swig from the bottle even as Harper got out pilsners.

    “And the only way you’d get your fat lips on hers is if she has a seizure and requires mouth-to-mouth.”
    “He shoots, he scores. By the way, I’m the doctor here,” Mason reminded them. “She needs mouth-to-mouth, I’m first in line. We got any Fritos or anything around here?”
    “Got ten bucks says different.” In an old habit, Austin boosted himself up to sit on the counter. “Maybe you could babysit so I can see if our resident babe would like a little stroll around the gardens. Seeing as I haven’t heard you call dibs.”
    “She’s not the damn last piece of pie.” With some heat, Harper grabbed the beer from his brother, took a long swallow. “What the hell’s wrong with you talking about her that way? You ought to have a little more respect, and if you can’t come up with it on you’re own, you and I can take a little stroll outside so I can help you find it.”
    With a grin, Austin jabbed a finger at Mason. “Told ya. Can I call ’em or can I call ’em?”
    “Yeah, he’s hooked on her. What kind of kitchen is it that doesn’t have any Fritos?”
    “In the pantry, top shelf,” Roz said from the doorway. “I’m surprised you’d think I’d forget your childish addiction to corn chips. Austin, have you finished messing with your brother’s head for now?”
    “I was really just getting started.”
    “You’ll have to postpone that portion of your holiday entertainment.” She glanced over, had to smile