I chuckle, shaking my head. I figure I can give her the PG version. “It went really well. We got the chance to really talk and be open about our feelings. I took her horseback riding—”
“And then I caught them doin’ the nasty in the barn.”
If Maize wasn’t on my lap right now, I’d get up and smack Jackson upside the head.
“Where the heck did you come from?” Mama asks, shocked.
“Dad called me in,” he explains, and when he comes closer, that well-known s**t-eating grin is plastered on his face. At this point, it might as well be permanent.
“He’s in his office. So go away,” I remark, hoping if I ignore him he’ll actually do what I ask.
No such luck.
“Let me kiss my niece first,” Jackson insists. “Pretty grumpy for a guy who got laid last night.”
“Jackson Joel Bishop!” Mama scolds. “Wher
