Chapter 9As far as Blake was concerned, the highlight of the night had not been watching Scott get dunked in the pool by his dad, fully dressed and indignantly unamused. Nor had it been when Lee pulled Blake off to the side after dinner, accepted his apology and offered one of his own. And although the sexy wink that Connor tossed him when he peeled off his shirt was thrilling, not even that moment made it to first place. The best thing, top-of-the-tree-shining-star-good, was when Scott saw the dessert.
“Apple crumble!” he’d gushed. “That’s my favorite of all time! Who made that?” He’d leaned over, smelled the dessert, and said with his eyes closed, “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s the stuff right there.”
It was then that Blake understood that he wasn’t just coming down with a touch of love, he a
