“It was when you were still having sex on a regular basis with Chloe.” Wesley laughs as Lainey gasps.
“You’re with someone!”
My hands stop as I fish out some fresh walnuts. Shit. Fucking Wesley had to say that. I trusted him at the time with my marital issues.
I throw him a dirty look, and he shrugs. “Sorry.” He knows Lainey isn’t going to let this go.
Rolling my eyes, I smirk. “Maybe.”
“Oh my God!” She hops off the stool and heads over to Wes. “He slept with the Jane Austen girl. Masquerade girl.”
There’s no point in lying to Lainey, she’s like a dog with a bone when it comes to my and Wes’s dating life, which was nonexistent for both of us until now.
“Oh shit, you’re right. She described her, G. She sounds hot.” He drops the saltshaker he was holding. “Hold on, isn’t she a student? Couldn’t you get fired?”
“Correction, asswipe. She’s beautiful. Be a gentleman for once,” Lainey scolds him.
“She’s extremely beautiful, asshole,” I mumble, and clean my hands before turning around. I love my younger siblings, but fuck are they a pain in the ass. “Yes, Emma and I are dating. No, I haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend yet, but we are exclusive. She is a student, and that’s why we’re not telling anyone on campus until next semester, when I can speak to one of the higher-ups.”
“Why don’t you guys talk to the school board or a dean or whoever now?” Lainey asks skeptically.
“Because, little sis, Emma’s article about me is being published next week after over a month and a half of her researching, following me around, and writing during the process. It would make it seem like she got all the information from me because we’re sleeping with each other.”
My sister’s lips slowly turn upward before she jumps and claps. “I knew it! You guys aresomeant to be.”
I roll my eyes. “You’ve only met her once, Lain.”
Wes starts hopping and imitating Lainey, who pushes him, almost knocking the mashed potatoes off the stove.
I snap my fingers. “You, out of my kitchen before you throw the turkey at Wes.”
My phone buzzes beside me, and I pick it up, chuckling at Emma’s response to my last message.
Me: Is it wrong that all I’ve been able to think about is you on top of me while my siblings are here?
Emma: Definitely, Grayson. Most definitely.
Emma: “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane came up on my playlist while my dad was cooking. Is it wrong that it made me kind of miss you?
I smirk at the memory of Emma and me dancing the first night we met at my empty restaurant.Damn this girl.She’s had me fucked up since day one, and I tried denying it for as long as I could.
What a waste of time.
My phone is snatched out of my hands, and I turn to find Lainey running away from me to read the latest texts from Emma. Thank fuck she can’t see my last message.
“Lainey, get back here! That’s private.” I chase her around the open floor plan of my house, attempting not to knock anything over or bump into the corners of all my furniture.
Wes stays by the stove watching the show and recording a video of us.
“Can I get some help here, asswipe?” I yell over to my little brother.
He shakes his head. “Not when you guys keep calling me asswipe.”
“Oh my God! I love ‘Somewhere Only We Know.’ Is that your guys’ song?” She walks backward around the dining room table that’s all set up for dinner.
“Lainey,” I warn her like I used to when we were kids. She rolls her eyes and slides my phone over. “Thank you.”
She squeals and runs over to her twin. “She said she misses him, and it seems like they were talking earlier.”
