“Okay,” she whispers and nestles into my side. “All, everything, completely, and ten toes down, I love you.”
I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter Forty-One
Kwame
Ready or Not
“You’re acting like you’re meeting them for the first time,” Sin says when I ask her for the tenth time if she’s sure I shouldn’t wear a tie.
I scowl at her. “In a way, I am. I want to spend my first Christmas with them without anything but love and honesty between us. I just hope they understand.”
“It’ll be fine,” she says and wraps her arms around me from behind, pressing her face against my back.
“I know.” When she’s holding me like this, it feels that way.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m uber nervous about meeting your dad, too. I almost wish I could do it at one of his parties where he’d be too busy to ask me any questions.”
“Trust me, you wouldn’t like that at all. Those parties are the worst.”
“I’ll take your word for it, although I can’t pretend I don’t want to be a fly on that wall. Is it really like a real liveFight Club?”
I shrug. “It’s just a bunch of rich people getting drunk on champagne, full on caviar, dancing badly, making deals, and being seen.”
“Sounds dreadful,” she says with a mock shudder.
“It is,” I say before I catch the sarcasm in her voice. “No, for real.”
She blows out a breath. “Okay, I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Really? After everything you’ve heard?”
She nods. “Yes, he’s not just some abstract personality now. He’s the father of the man I love.”
The way the words flow off her tongue so easily makes my whole body light up. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this won’t change anything. “So if your parents can’t get past it, could you be with the son of a morally gray man your parents hate?”
She presses her lips together and is silent for long seconds. “Canyoube with a morally gray woman?”
I burst into laughter until I realize she’s not joining me in it.
“What do you mean? You’re morally gray? How?”
She shrugs and looks away. “I impersonate people, pick locks, and ignore rules all the time to get what I need for my stories.”
“You do?” My laughter ends on a choke when she nods.
I peer at her. “What happens when you get caught?”
“I’m careful and shockingly good at it.”
“At breaking the law?”
“Oh my God, you should see your face.” She throws her head back and laughs. I’m obsessed with the sound of her joy and the way she looks when she laughs. I’m tempted to lean back and allow myself to be captivated by the way her teeth gleam in the moonlight and think of ways to keep her just like this. But all of that is outweighed by my concern.
“You’re very cavalier about breaking the law, Sin.”
She stops laughing but her eyes stay soft. “I’m sorry.” She cups my face and leans over to kiss me softly. “I take it very seriously and only do it when I have to.”
