"I did." She patted the chair beside hers. "Good. Now let's you and me and Momma sit down to the table and plan this year's party. We've already called in a band to play the dance and we use the same caterer every year. Barbecued everything that don't move, along with beans, cole slaw, corn bread, and every kind of cheese cake under the sun." "Julie, you take that chair, I'll pull up another one," Griffin said as she sauntered in. Melinda shot him a mean look. "I'll go play with the children a while," Julie said, then wished she could take the words back because Griffin's bitchy sister would count that as a feather in her hat for sure. "I'm askin' you to come join us and put your two cents into the pot," Griffin said. She walked over and sat down. She touched her lips again and hoped they didn't look as bee-stung as they felt. How in the hell could one kiss turn her insides to a quivering bowl of Jell-O? Derrick's kisses had been nice, even passionate at times, and she'd enjoyed them.
