I snicker, then shrug because I love watching him squirm.

Archer and I grab plates, then find all the pies and cakes. “Wow. Belinda wasn’t joking.”

I notice the island is full of brownies and cookie squares too.

“I might gain ten pounds today.” Archer takes little pieces of everything.

“Oh, you have to try this.” I point at the whipped cream concoction. “It’s Southern coconut cream pie.”

“A delicacy?”

“An absolute must-have,” I say, grabbing the knife and cutting us both a slice. “Gotta say, I’m glad we didn’t eat beforehand because I plan to try everything.”

Katie, Noah, Gemma, Tyler, Lexie, and her husband, Brett, are sitting at the dining room table, and we join them, taking the last two chairs. Archer rests his hand on the inside of my thigh, and I love the way it feels.

When I look over at him, I smirk as I take a bite of the coconut pie.

“This is orgasmic,” I say, holding back a moan.

Lexie snorts. “It really is. Pretty sure it got me pregnant.”

Her mother-in-law turns and raises her brows with a disapproving glare before going back to her conversation with Belinda. Immediately, Lexie sinks back into her seat, and Brett excuses himself.

“Don’t worry about her,” I offer, knowing how evil the woman can be.

She lowers her voice. “Oh, I’m not. Pretty sure she won’t be happy until I give her a grandchild.”

“Babies don’t fix problems,” Katie interjects with truth in her voice. Truth that she knows from personal experience.

“Thanks, y’all.” Lexie leans in. “So, how’s the dating life going?”

Archer grins. “Great. I’m a five-star catch.”

“And I’m the best lay he’s ever had,” I add.

Lexie bursts out laughing. “Sounds like a match made in heaven.”

Archer leans into my ear. “You really are,” he admits with a wink.

“Do I hear wedding bells?” Noah offers.

“Your own,” I retort.

“Aunt Everleigh, I’ll marry you.” Owen runs over, carrying a huge slice of strawberry cake.

“Aw, sweetie. Well, I’ll tell ya what. In fifteen years, if I don’t have a ring on my finger yet, then it’s an automatic yes. But trust me when I say you’re gonna find someone closer to your age before that happens.”

“Don’t give me a heart attack.” Katie holds her hand over her heart. “Owen, you’re not allowed to date ever.”

“I already am, Mom.”

Her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “Since when? You’re eleven!”

“Two weeks ago. Dad knows.” Owen throws Noah under the bus without a second thought, and we all laugh.

A few of the older women who come into the shop notice how I am around Archer, and I know it’s only a matter of time before it spreads all over town.