Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
River’s eyes searched her face, lashes brushing his cheeks with every amused blink. Finally, he crowded into her space, hands on her waist. “I promise this will be much more painful for me than for you.”
“It’s easy to say that now, when your awkward years are behind you.” She pointed to her forehead. “Don’t you see my stress pimple?”
“Nope, sorry, I only see pretty.” He leaned in, settled his mouth on hers for a sweet kiss. “You three are going to have fun at my expense, and then we’ll go back to my place and maybe actually make it to my bed this time.”
“Sir, are you bribing me with mind-bending sex?”
He laughed, his gaze glimmering in the dim light. The longer she stared, the more reassured she was. He communicated so much with those eyes. Reassurance, sure, but also attraction, mirth, and something else—something that looked a lot like adoration.
“I like you a lot, Jessica Marie,” he said quietly.
A fist wrapped around her heart. “I like you, too.”
“And if it makes you feel better,” he said, “I’ve never introduced a girlfriend to my family, either.” River reached down, threaded their fingers together, and led her inside.
The restaurant was wide open and glaringly loud, pop music pumping out of speakers and the sounds of laughter and conversation throbbing from the walls. With high ceilings and a bar in the center of the room, the decor was eclectic and trendy. Couches and armchairs formed a funky mix of seating configurations, and lights fashioned from glass globes, vases, and mason jars swung from the ceiling by thick, bristly rope. A waifish hostess led them across planked wooden floors to a table situated beneath a giant metal print emblazoned EAT.
Two women sitting side by side glanced up from their cocktails as Jess and River approached. The resemblance was undeniable. One had long dark hair, the ends cut blunt, bangs razor-straight and smooth as gloss under the bright lights. The other was a few years younger, with curly hair that’d been highlighted with a coppery red. Both women shared River’s golden-brown eyes, perfect olive skin, and heart-shaped mouth. The Peña family genes were a wonder.
Shouting over each other, they stood, wrapping River in a tight group hug before pulling back to fuss at him simultaneously.
“Your hair is so long!”
“I’m telling Mom, you’re so skinny. Your pants look like trash bags!”
Jess followed their attention to his expensive charcoal trousers, ironed to smooth perfection. They … did not look like trash bags, but Jess appreciated the sisterly ribbing anyway. Clearly the entire family could step into and out of the pages of a fashion magazine comfortably.
River managed to extract himself, reaching up to smooth his ruffled hair. He had lipstick on each cheek—which both women tried to smudge away.
“Jess, these are my obnoxious sisters, Natalia and Pilar. Please don’t believe anything they tell you.”
The older one—Natalia—wrapped Jess in a tight hug. “Holy crap, you are so pretty.” She turned to her sister. “Isn’t she so pretty?”
“Way too pretty for him,” Pilar said, pulling Jess in for a hug of her own.
“It’s nice to meet you. River’s told me so much about you.”
Natalia glanced warily at her brother. “I’m sure he has.”
They sat down, ordered cocktails for Jess and River and a few appetizers to share. Jess learned that their mom was a pharmacist, and their dad sold insurance. Natalia was married and a research analyst in Palo Alto; Pilar had recently gone back to school to be a nurse and lived with her girlfriend in Oakland. It was clear they adored their brother. But as River had promised, they loved giving him shit.
“So.” Natalia rested her chin in her hand. “I hear you two didn’t exactly get along before all this.”
Jess glanced at River, passing this one off to him. But then questions of her own bubbled to the surface. Did they know about the money? How honest was she supposed to be here?
River eyed Natalia across the table. “My not-so-subtle sister is trying to ask if I was the asshole.”
They both grinned, and Jess perked up. “Oh, he definitely was.”
“Hey,” he said. “I wasn’t that bad.”
Jess turned in her seat to face him. “You called me ‘entirely average.’”
Pilar let out a low whistle. “Child, are you blind?”
“Not to her face!” he corrected, and turned back to Jess. “And in my defense, the first time you spoke to me, you—”
“Don’t do it,” Pilar whispered, laughing. “Trust me.”
“—were wearing an old baggy sweatshirt.”
They all stared blankly at him. River finally exhaled. “I was the asshole.”
Pilar lifted her chin. “Jess, can I tell you an important family secret?”
“If I left here without any, I would be devastated.”
She laughed. “I get that my brother looks like this now, but that wasn’t always true. Nitpicking other people’s clothing choices would have been the least of his worries.”