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“Your leg is bouncing.”
I glance down as his hand slides over my thigh, and he gives it a comforting squeeze.
“It’s a lot,” I tell him honestly. “We’re no longer in our bubble, and this is going to be an adjustment.” He pulls me to him, lifting me easily and placing me on his lap. His hand gently pushes my hair back from my face.
“When you need our bubble, just say, ‘bubble.’” His words make me smile.
“And what do you supply in that bubble?” I ask, pulling at his shirt.
“Whatever it is that you need. Me, peace, you name it, I’ll supply it.”
I hum in answer, sinking into his embrace. “And what if I require something a little more?” Turning on his lap, my knees rest on either side of him. The car comes to a stop, and he leans forward, his hand threading through my hair as he pulls me to him. His lips touch mine ever so softly before they smash onto mine with dominance, our mouths dancing together in a bruising kiss.
It’s a dance that only skilled people should do—fuck, kiss, kill—yet here we are tangoing with our mouths as if we do it every day.
Joey sure does know how to tango.
“Aww, look… they finally learned to like each other.” We break apart to see Lucas at the door. When I peek out, I see several people there, even his mother. I move off Joey’s lap and scoot to my side of the car, so we aren’t even touching.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Joey asks Lucas as he gets out of the car. He shuts his door and comes around to mine, opening and holding out his hand for me to take. “Are you nervous?” He nods to my legs which are still jittery, and I shake my head, taking his offered hand. “They’re here to welcome us home. It’s a lunch.”
Oh.
Everyone is making their way inside as I get out of the car. The driver grabs our bags as we follow them in.
“So, how did the fucking go? Good, I’m assuming?” Lucas asks as we enter.
I swat his chest and walk past him. Lucas doesn’t bother me—I’m used to him—but he seems to grate on Joey’s nerves, which, in turn, makes Lucas want to do it even more.
“Lucas,” Joey’s mother warns.
Lucas holds up his hand and grips Chanel to him for protection, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle. “I’ll behave, Mrs. Rossi,” he says politely and then kisses Chanel’s neck.
The doorbell rings, and Keir moves past us to get it, coming back with several pizza boxes and bringing them to the table. Joey takes our bags and puts them at the bottom of the steps as we make our way to the dining area, where everyone’s taking a seat and talking. Chanel sits with Keir’s daughter in her lap, whispering to her and making her laugh. Sailor sits next to me while their son sleeps in his stroller.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Bora Bora. Was it magical?” Sailor asks, smiling.
“It was,” I tell her truthfully. “I’ve never had a vacation like that before in my life.”
“Keir is too busy to go, and he would hate it if I went without him.” Keir doesn’t say anything, just listens to his wife.
“What activities did you do?” his mother asks. “Scuba diving? Did you see any turtles?” his mother says with excitement. “Oh, what about jet skiing?”
I glance over to Joey to see him lower his head with a slight smirk on his face.
“Your cheeks are red. Why are your cheeks red?” Lucas asks me. “You never get embarrassed.”
“Shut up, Lucas.” Joey’s hand taps on the table.
“Did you do something dirty on the jet ski, bookstore girl?” I can feel my cheeks burning, knowing they’re bright red right now. Lucas just doesn’t seem to care.
“We did, in fact, go jet skinning,” Joey adds. “Among other things.”
“So, you two are doing well, then?”
“Of course, they are, they’re fucking,” Lucas adds with no regard to Bianca and the children in the room.
“I had…” Chanel covers the little girl’s ears, “… sex with you, and I hated you at the time.”
