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My mom loops her arm through Violet’s and drags her toward the family room, asking her where she’s from and about her heritage.
My head falls forward in defeat.
“Oh relax.” My dad’s big hand squeezes my shoulder.
“Thanks for not telling her.”
My dad chuckles. “That’s what you got from your mom’s performance? That Ididn’ttell her?”
“You know Mom. If she knew, she’d probably quiz Violet to find out if I was using every technique she taught me.”
My dad cringes and shakes his head, but we both know I’m right.
Growing up, my mom made sure I understood that when I slept with a woman, my first job was to make her come, then I could worry about my own release. She calls it sexual chivalry.
My dad stares in the direction they went. “So… that’s her.”
I rock back on my heels. “That’s her.”
“I know I’ve been busy getting everything in place to transfer ownership of the team over to your mother and me, so I haven’t had a chance to follow up, but have you two discussed how to move forward?” He arches an eyebrow.
I nod. “Yeah. We decided to keep it to ourselves and act like it never happened. Be adults about it.”
My dad clamps me on the shoulder. “Adults? Okay then.” He chuckles for the tenth time since he arrived. “That might be easier said than done.”
I bite the inside of my lip. “Tell me about it.”
Seven
Violet
Brady’s parents are way more down to earth than I thought they’d be from the Google search I did after asking Brady if he was married when he slept with me. Basically, the internet provided me with four main pieces of information about Brady—first was that he’s a professional football player for the Kingsmen. Duh. Second, he’s a single dad. Third, he’s been photographed with A LOT of different women. And fourth, his parents are rich. Like megarich. We’re talking one-percenter rich, which I’ll admit, as a woman with immigrant parents who worked hard for every penny earned, I found intimidating.
I wasn’t prepared for who walked through the door. His dad is an older version of him. A cordial man and not at all stuck up. His mom… did seem different in the photographs. But not bad, just different. Tattoos up and down her arms, short, dark, edgy hairstyle. A pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top that didn’t seem to fit the huge diamond ring on her left hand. She even let a few curse words go in front of Theo, which neither Brady nor Jasper blinked an eye about. The best thing was I could tell they were a close family and I got the impression that I’ll see them quite a bit during my time here.
I load the final plate from dinner into the dishwasher and turn it on. I wet the washcloth so I can give the counters a fresh wipe down. I’ll probably go have a shower and either read in bed or watch TV in my room. The job is always more awkward when the parents are home with you, but when you’ve had sex with the person, it tends to be a little more awkward.
As I’m squeezing the washcloth out, Brady walks in.
“Theo’s out like a light. Only had to read one story tonight.” He raises his finger as though it’s a win, which it is. He sits across from where I am at the sink on the other side of the island.
I chuckle because that’s a thing with Theo—he always wants another story. If Brady is home, he puts Theo to bed, but in the week since I got here, I had to do it once when Brady was out late. That night, I read three stories before Theo would go to sleep.
“He must’ve been tired from all the emotion today,” I say.
He nods.
Hannah texted about an hour ago to say that she’d arrived safely and would call once she was settled, getting Theo upset all over again.
“I’m sure it will get easier as the days go on, but I feel bad for the little guy,” I say, wiping the counter.
His being sad only makes me even more determined to show him that although I’m not his mom, the two of us can have fun together until she returns.
Brady waits until I rinse the washcloth a final time and hang it over the side of the sink before he speaks again. “I wanted to fill you in on something that’s going down next week so you’re in the loop.”
I frown because he sounds serious. Hell, he looks serious. His golden eyes are intense.
“Okay…”
