Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Okay.”
Tate nods and takes off out the door and the other kids follow.
“How are you, man?” Logan asks, reaching out to shake my hand.
“Can’t complain.”
“You’ve been playing well. Anything to do with your new girlfriend?”
I shrug, no longer feeling like I’m playing along when I talk about Rey being my girlfriend.
“She’s pretty great,” I say.
Logan’s lips turn up in a knowing smile. “So things are going well between you guys?”
“Very well.”
He breaks into a full grin. “I’m happy for you. You deserve it.” He looks around and says, “I thought you were bringing her with you today.”
“I did. Mom swiped her as soon as we walked in the door.”
Logan groans and says, “Hell, dude. You can’t leave her alone in there with the vultures. Mom and her sisters are better interrogators than I am. Go save her.”
“Yeah, I should. I’ll leave you to your playtime.”
“These kids are brutal, man. And they never get tired. Ever.”
He flops down in a chair and takes his phone out. I laugh as I leave him to his few minutes of peace, glad it’s him and not me. Our cousins’ kids have always considered us their uncles, and they like that we play with them at family gatherings, but today I need to stick with Rey.
I never had to worry about bringing a woman home for the first time; my parents knew Lily from the time we were in grade school. They were as devastated by her death as I was. She was like a daughter to them.
“You just enjoy your drink and don’t worry about a thing,” my mom is saying to Rey when I walk into the kitchen.
“I can enjoy the drink and help with something,” Rey says. “What can I do? Peel potatoes?”
I approach Rey from behind and wrap my arms around her waist, saying, “Great idea, I’ll help,” as I kiss her neck and hold her close.
“You guys make such a cute couple,” my Aunt Lo says with a happy sigh.
“Can you keep your hands off her long enough to peel potatoes?” my mom asks, smiling at us.
“Maybe.” Rey leans her head back against my shoulder as I say, “Usually she’s the one with her hands all over me. She’s just on her best behavior around you guys.”
Rey laughs and elbows me in the ribs. “Lies. Don’t believe a word he says.”
“You grabbed my butt while we were in line at the farmer’s market the other day,” I say playfully.
She didn’t. I just like making her squirm because I know how nervous she was about meeting my family. I also know my family, and they wouldn’t care where or when Rey grabbed me as long as she makes me happy.
“What?” Rey turns to look up at me, noting the smirk on my face. “You’re living in a dreamworld, pookie.”
“Pookie?” I quirk a brow at her.
She looks at my mom and explains. “He loves it when I call him my pookie wookie.”
My mom laughs and says, “Well, that’s adorable.”
“She loves it when I call her my hot tamale,” I lie, eager to get her back. “Or honey pot. Baby girl. Sweet cheeks.”
“Okay,” Rey says, placing a hand over my mouth, “let’s get to work on those potatoes.”
She steps out of my arms and glares at me briefly before laughing, unable to maintain her stern expression. We stand on opposite sides of the island, peeling potatoes in silence but communicating volumes with our eyes.
Goddamn, she’s pretty. Beautiful. When I look at her full pink lips, all I can think about is kissing her. Her hair is pulled back in something she called a chignon, a few dark strands loose around her face, and I want to tug it loose and get my hands into those long, thick locks.
She’s coming home with me tonight. We don’t even have to talk about it; I already know. Her roommate is staying with his parents this weekend for the holiday, and I’m looking forward to having Rey by my side for the next several days.
And nights. Our sexual chemistry is off the charts. Rey is confident in bed. She tells me what she wants and isn’t afraid to take charge on occasion, and it’s sexy as hell.
I feel a familiar stab of guilt for feeling this way about Rey. We’re almost done peeling the mountain of potatoes my mom gave us, and as Rey moves them into a big steel pot to cook, I step out to the front porch to get some air, sitting down on the steps.
My mom is right on my heels, asking, “Everything okay, honey?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
She closes the door behind her and says, “No, you aren’t.”
Sitting down beside me, she asks, “Is it harder than you thought it would be, introducing someone new to your family?”
It’s uncanny how she can read my thoughts. I nod and she rests a hand on my back. We sit in silence for a little while before she says, “Lily would really like her, you know.”