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“Oh no, that would be tragic,” I laughed, following him to the sink.
I turned the water on and added soap.
The Callahan’s had a fancy dishwasher but I was scared to work it. It had way too many buttons and I was afraid I might break it.
Trace and I worked in silence. He cleaned the dishes and I dried them before putting them away.
“We make a good team,” I joked, bumping his hip with mine.
“We do,” he grinned down at me. “I hated saying goodbye to you the other morning,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “I wanted to keep you in my bed all day.”
My body hummed at his words and the promise behind them.
“I didn’t want to leave,” I confessed.
He hooked his fingers into the belt loops on my jeans, and pushed me into the edge of the counter, staring down at me.
“And why would you want to leave?” He smirked. Pushing his hips into mine, he added, “I’m spectacular.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” I groaned but couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
He lifted me up onto the counter so that we were closer in height. “When you’re as wonderful as I am,” he grinned, “there’s no point in sugar coating it.”
I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to retort, but he covered my reply with his lips. I hummed in satisfaction. His fingers edged under my shirt, rubbing across my stomach, and then venturing up my back, stopping on the clasp of my bra
He pulled away and smiled crookedly. “I better stop before I take you right here.”
I paled at his words, imagining my mom walking in on us. That would be beyond embarrassing.
He chuckled at my reaction. “I love embarrassing you.”
“You’re mean,” I groaned, leaning my forehead against his hard chest.
He cupped my cheeks, pulling my head back so that I was forced to look at him. “I really do want you to meet my family,” he whispered huskily, “and it has absolutely nothing to do with getting back at you.”
“What if they hate me?” I pouted.
“They won’t,” he assured me, “and even if they did, it wouldn’t change the way I feel about you.” He leaned forward, taking one of my earlobes between his teeth, and giving it a light nip.
I swallowed thickly. “When do you want me to meet them?”
“I’m supposed to have lunch with them in two days. Is that too soon?” He questioned.
“It’s perfect,” I squeaked.
c h a p t e r
Nineteen
I knocked lightly on Avery’s closed bedroom door. I was supposed to be meeting Trace’s family today, but at the rate I was going, it would be the next century before I was ready. I had tried on everything in my suitcase and wasn’t happy with any of my clothes. I wanted to look nice, and make a good impression, but everything I owned fell flat.
“Come in,” Avery replied to my knock.
I pushed her door open, and found her lying on the floor of her room, flipping through a magazine, while the TV blared in the background.
“What’s up?” She asked, turning a page of the magazine.
