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He steps back to look at his handiwork before answering almost absently. “My family gets in tonight. They’ll be here for a week, so I’ll have to slip over and visit you when I can until they’re gone.”
He says it so matter-of-factly, as though this isn’t a major shot to the gut. Like he didn’t just make me feel like a dirty secret.
“Oh,” I say, trying not to sound as deflated as I feel.
I still don’t know how wealthy his family is, but I estimate it’s very wealthy, based on the tidbits of information he’s shared over the past two weeks. It didn’t bother me or even concern me, until now.
I never stopped to realize that a girl from Tomahawk, who wears combat boots with shorts, and braids her hair when she’s too lazy to brush it, and usually goes without makeup, would be an embarrassing woman to introduce to someone’s prestigious family.
I get it. I do.
Sort of.
It still stings though.
“Right,” I say when silence fills the air.
“Anyway, I need to get back and get cleaned up before the yearly week from hell begins,” he says, turning to face me with a tight smile.
I try to act like everything is cool, not like I’m embarrassed or suddenly feeling like I’m worth a little less to him.
He kisses me chastely, and I stare after him as he walks away.
At least now I realize why we drove both boats over here, instead of just taking one. He didn’t want to leave me without my boat for the week.
How thoughtful.
Do I want to stab something? Maybe a little.
Do I want to shoot my new porch he just fixed to be petulant? Maybe a lot.
Instead, I turn and walk into the house, refusing to dwell on it, grab the spare keys to Killian’s Jeep, and walk over to borrow it.
I also understand why Benson fixed my bed now, even though I didn’t have any plans of sleeping on it for the foreseeable future.
It’s not like I expected to spend every waking moment together. Okay, so maybe I did. Which is ridiculous, really. I, who never wanted a serious relationship, is upset about not being good enough to meet the family.
“I bet his family sure as hell wouldn’t be pressuring me for marriage,” I mutter to myself. “They’d probably sanitize their hands after touching me.”
Miffed, degraded, and feeling inadequate, I drive to the store to buy stuff to cook for my brothers.
At least they’re not ashamed of me.
I’m shopping for all of five minutes when I run into Janice Holland, the town’s busiest busybody. Benson was with me the last time I had to face her down.
“Oh! You look so pitiful, Lilah! Where’s Benson?”
I force a smile. “He’s at his house. He has his family over today, and I’m picking up some supplies to cook dinner for my brothers.”
Her eyes ooze with mock sympathy, and I frown, wondering why in the hell she’s feigning a sympathetic look at all. “Oh, it’s okay, sweet girl. There are plenty more fish in the sea, and we all know you’re a tigress on the prowl when you want to be.”
I open my mouth to speak, when she continues.
“It’s just that it’s clear Benson’s family is made out of a lot of money. I’m sure you understand why this had to be,” she prattles on, twisting that invisible knife in my gut a little deeper.
I’m about to cunt punch her.
“Janice, you don’t—”
“And don’t you dare worry about people talking about it. Trust me. It’ll pass,” she adds patronizingly.
She pats my shoulder, and I say, “But we’re not—”
“Shhh,” she coos, putting her finger to my lips.
Does she want this tigress to bite that damn thing off? Because that’s seconds away from happening. You don’t touch a Vincent. This should be a widely known, well-documented fact.
“Don’t worry, dear. Don’t worry. This, too, shall pass,” she essentially purrs.
She scurries off, practically riding that shopping cart toward the front, and I roll my eyes.
Stupid town.
Stupid people.
Stupid Benson.
Chapter 16
Wild Ones Tip #487
Wild Ones don’t always think things through, and we like to act before you can speak.
To hell with the words and stuff.
LILAH
“Die! Die, motherfucker!” Killian laughs at the TV as he shoots Hale’s avatar over and over.
“That’s cheating!” Hale accuses.
I’m vaguely aware of them both as I peer through the window with my trusty binoculars, trying to get a glimpse of Benson’s elusive family who are arriving now.
They’re having to park around the side, since his driveway is too small for too many cars. For once, I knew the exact day—and time frame—they were coming, which has upped my stalker game.
Does he have a sister too? Because I get a brief glimpse of a woman who is too young to be his mother.
Why haven’t I heard about a sister?!
Or maybe it’s his brother’s new girlfriend or something.
