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I’d rather meet her parents after getting that ring on her finger and that piece of paper signed and filed. They can’t run me off and lock Shelley up if it’s already legal.
Across the table, Lisa and Palmer are still arguing about who to invite to her wedding. Palmer is trying to veto anyone with a Pinedale address.
“And no groupies,” he snarls. Lisa’s eyes blaze as her mouth falls open.
“Vicky’s coming!” she snaps. “Or I’m not marrying you.”
There is absolute silence at the table. That’s a red flag to a bull. The glasses rattle as Palmer slams his fork down, surging out of his seat.
His fingers close around Lisa’s upper arm as he jerks her out of her seat, dragging her into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them.
Shelley stares at the closed bedroom door with wide eyes, all amusement got.
“Oops.”
Oops? That’s all she’s got after she started that shit fight?
“Fucking hell, kid. What were you thinking?”
Shelley turns her huge, wide eyes on me, a grin cracking across her face as the sound of moans and a squeaky bed sound through the door.
“That their make-up sex would be epic?”
Snorting, I dig back into my sides. They’re pretty good. We did a good job.
“You’re lucky they use sex to fix everything.”
“Of course they use sex,” Shelley rolls her eyes. “It’s the only time Lisa does what she’s told.”
“You could stand to do what you’re told more.”
Shelley shoots me a glare. “Pick another fantasy, Daniel.”
Now I’m fucking hard, sitting here with a mouth full of green beans and parmesan. Swallowing them down, I hook my foot around the leg of her chair, tugging it so it slides closer to me. My hand grips her thigh, sliding up until I’m cupping her pussy. Shelley’s breathing catches as I flex my fingers.
“I have a very particular fantasy in mind that you’re going to help me out with, kid.”
“What’s that?”
Fucking hell, her breathy little voice is a hotline to my balls.
“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” I reply silkily.
I remove my hand, and Shelley pouts, her hand shaking a little as she reaches for her wine glass. Smirking, I take a pull of my beer, setting it down and picking up my fork again as the squeaking of the bedsprings cuts out.
“We should buy them a new bed for their wedding present,” Shelley suggests. “A quieter one.”
Grinning, I take another mouthful of food. You know, Thanksgiving is more eventful than I had imagined. I’m enjoying myself. I could get used to this.
Epilogue
SHELLEY
“He caved. Vicky’s in.”
I glance up from my portion of the seating chart, my eyebrows shooting up.
“She can be a bridesmaid?”
