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“You weren't answering your phone. I wanted to make sure you were okay after last night, but I can see that you are more than okay.”
I toss the covers aside and get up. There's no sense in me hiding in the bedroom. Ryan sees me first, her mouth parted for whatever she was about to say. The girl, Viv, turns around as I walk up to them. With her traveling eyes, I wish I had a shirt on. When I reach her, I hold out my hand.
“Hey, I'm Gabe. You're the friend who called me, right?”
“Yeah, that'd be me. Nice to finally meet you.”
Ryan grabs her shoulders and starts pushing her towards the door. “Viv was just leaving.” Ryan walks with her all the way to the door. “Stop coming over on Sundays, Vivian. I mean it.”
“Bye,” she calls over her shoulders before Ryan closes the door behind her.
“Sorry,” Ryan says, coming back to me. She takes my hand and leads me back into her bedroom. “We'll pretend she was never here.”
I laugh. “What's so special about Sundays? You said something about a Me Day?”
Ryan crawls into bed and pulls me on top of her. “On Sundays, I spend the day here all by myself. I mostly relax and sometimes take a bubble bath.”
Grinning, I say, “So I must be special then, huh? To be here today?”
“Really special.” Ryan leans forward with a smile and gives me a little kiss. “It's noon, by the way.”
Noon? Wow. I haven't slept in that late since I was a teenager.
“Do you want to spend my lazy day with me? We can lay here all day.” That seducing smile is back, her arms wrapping around my neck.
I dip my head and kiss her neck. “Mmm,” I hum against her skin, “that is tempting.”
“Please don't let there be a 'but'.”
A chuckle escapes me. There were some things I wanted to do today before I headed to my parents for dinner, but most of the day is gone already. I could still get everything done, though. Lifting my head, I look at Ryan with a smile.
“You are too adorable and hot all at the same time. It's ridiculous, you know that, right?”
I laugh again. “That's good to know. And there's no 'but'. I just have to leave in a few hours to get to my parents in time for dinner.”
Her stomach rumbles beneath me, and her eyes widen. “How about you tell me about your family while I fix breakfast?”
So we head into her kitchen. I lean against the counter near her, but far enough away that she can move freely without me getting in the way. She asks if I like omelets and when I say yes, she begins to fix two.
“Anything in particular you want to know?” I ask, but she shakes her head. Where to start? “Well, my mother is a stern, religious, old-fashioned woman who would like to have family dinners every Sunday to make sure that we'll still come around. My older brother, Keith, doesn't live around here, so it's kind of hard for him to make it. I go whenever I don't have to work. My father is strict, but he's more openminded than my mother. I think that would be the best word for it. He's more willing to bend rules than she is, which is ironic considering his job.”
Ryan nods like that fits whatever image she had in her head. I can't see what she looks like because she's facing the stove. “What about Owen and Keith? What are they like? I mean, I know I met Owen, but that was only for a few minutes.”
“Keith pretty much fits the bill of what you would think an FBI agent would be like. When he's home and away from work, he's much more relaxed and more like my brother. And Owen is a good kid. Good grades, great football player, and a kind person with lots of dreams.”
“Does he want to go into law enforcement too?”
I shake my head, even though she can't see me. “No. Well, that's not his top pick anyway. All he can think about right now is making it to college to play football.” Ryan's foot moves to rub against the back of her calf on her other leg, effectively distracting me from whatever I was about to say. Her legs are amazing. They will be the death of me, I'm sure. Ryan says something, but I don't catch it. “What?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her legs until they turn around.
Ryan laughs, realizing why I didn't hear her the first time. “Gabe, I asked if you would get the drinks. I'm almost finished.”
“Oh, okay.” I push off the counter and go to the fridge. “Water or Sunkist?” I say, even though I already know the answer.
“Sunkist. The water is only in there for any guests who don't want my drink of choice.”
I turn to face her with a raised eyebrow. “And you have guests over often?” There are only about three water bottles left, and I grab one.
Ryan narrows her eyes at me. “What are you implying, Gabe? But to answer your question, Viv hates Sunkist and as you saw, she's here a lot.” She takes the plates and sets them on the kitchen table before walking away.
