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“I sit by you,” Max informs me, climbing into the booth and sliding against the wall so I can join him.
Harper rolls her eyes and takes the bench across from us. “Figures. You already stole my dog, why not my nephew too,” she grumbles as she opens her menu.
“Awww, is Auntie Harper feeling left out?” I tease in a singsong voice.
“Zip it, or you don’t get pizza,” she instructs, making me bark out a laugh.
“I want cheese,” Max informs us, already coloring furiously on the white place mat in front of him.
“Just cheese?” Harper asks, a fond smile on her plump lips.
“And peppers!” he adds without breaking concentration from his masterpiece.
“You got it,” she says. “How about you? How do you like it?”
My cock twitches in my pants. I can’t help it, I lean forward and whisper just loud enough for only her ears to hear. “On top, bottom, against the wall, reverse cowgirl, which we haven’t tried yet, but my personal favorite is to take you from behind so I can touch the base of your spine and watch the way your back arches with each thrust of my hips.”
Her eyes are wide with shock, and maybe even a little arousal, and her mouth hangs open. I’ve stunned her silent. Her blue eyes dart toward her nephew, who’s coloring without a care in the world. “I can’t believe you said that. We’re in the middle of a family restaurant.”
I shrug my shoulders as our server returns to take our drink order. We end up adding a family order of cheese breadsticks with marinara sauce and a large pan pizza with green peppers on the whole thing, and sausage and mushrooms added to half. We’re both quiet until she returns with our drinks, vowing to return with our breadsticks soon.
“So, I was thinking,” she starts, twisting her napkin in her hand and avoiding eye contact.
“About?”
“Sunday. I don’t know if you have any plans, but my extended family is coming to town this weekend for a cookout. You might remember Rhenn saying something the other night. Anyway, they’ll be here in the morning and are going to do a little sightseeing in the area with Mom, but on Sunday, we’re all having lunch at the bed and breakfast. I didn’t know if, maybe, you wanted to stop by and eat with us.”
I watch her as the nerves take over. She still refuses to look at me, so I decide to wait her out. After the longest minute of my life, she finally glances up and meets my eyes. I smile. “You want me to come meet your family?”
“Not like that,” she says, rolling her eyes. But it’s just like that. She’s asking me to come over for lunch, not only with her immediate family, but the clan I’ve heard a little about from Virginia. “Just lunch.”
“Just lunch?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
She huffs out a deep breath. “Stop looking further into this than it is. It’s not like that.”
I reach over and place my hand over hers, stopping her from tearing her napkin into tiny pieces. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s a big deal. I know it. Did you ever take numbnuts to a family gathering?” I ask, knowing she doesn’t need any more indication of who I’m referring to. She shakes her head. “Then it is a big deal,” I add, holding her gaze and linking our fingers. “And I’d be honored to come over and hang out with you and your family.”
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead, she snaps it shut and nods.
“Well, if this doesn’t look like one big happy family.” The voice instantly grates on my nerves.
“Speaking of numbnuts,” I say loudly, keeping my eyes on the woman across from me, making her smile widely.
“What are we, in third grade?” Joey asks.
I finally turn and look his way. He’s still several inches shorter than me, probably not much taller than Harper. His dark hair is styled with too much product and his eyebrows weirdly manscaped. “Hey, Joey, how have you been?” I ask, keeping my hand on Harper’s.
“I’m excellent. Haven’t seen you much since high school. You back home?” he asks, glancing down to where my hand rests.
“Yep, home to stay. Heard you’ve been hanging out with Felicity,” I reply, keeping my smirk at bay and inwardly smiling at myself when my comment hits its mark.
Joey avoids looking at Harper. “No, not really. Haven’t seen her around much,” he says casually.
“Just in the men’s bathroom, right?” I state, loving the way his eyes flare with anger as he glares down at me.
“You should talk, Douglas. I’ve heard she’s working for you,” Joey seethes, a cocky smirk on his ugly face.
“For me. That’s way different than under me.”
