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“She is painfully stubborn. I couldn’t agree more,” Cage said, breaking the silence. “But if you do win her over, do we get season tickets for life?”
Hugh and Finn laughed, and I rolled my eyes.
“Maddox already got you all season tickets, so don’t be pimping me out,” I hissed.
“What does pimping mean?” Gracie asked.
Damn it. I couldn’t even have a meltdown without feeling like an asshole.
“I’d be happy to answer this one,” Wyle said, and the entire table turned and shouted the word:No.
More laughter.
“It’s an adult word,” Cage said, shooting me a look. “One your auntie shouldn’t be using. And thank you, Maddox, for the tickets, and Lincoln, whatever perks dating our sister gets us, I’d be down for.”
My hands came down on the table hard, and I shook my head. “You are all a bunch of traitors.”
“Hey, we love you. We just really love Lincoln,” Finn said before chomping down on his corn on the cob.
“You all have been a lot easier to win over than this one.” Lincoln flicked his thumb at me before reaching for his glass of wine.
“She’s never been easy,” Cage said, shaking his head. “The girl has exhausted me most of my life. The other three—piece of cake.”
Everyone at the table lost it as Finn threw his hands in the air. “Hey. We have names. We may be easy, but we have feelings, too.”
“Um, I was called ‘this one’,” I said, elbowing Lincoln in the arm. “And you were far from easy yourself, Cage.”
“All right. Let’s relax,” my father said while still trying to pull himself together.
“Easy or strong or difficult or hilarious… we love you all the same.”
“Wait. What does that mean?” I asked, because not one single person had yet to say that I wasn’t exhausting. “Mom, am I exhausting?”
“Honey. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“I think that says it all,” Finn said with a wide grin on his face.
“Whatever. You can all side with the football god over here. But I’ve had more successful relationships than he has.”
“I think Mom is best equipped for this one.” Georgia winked. “Lincoln, did you know our mom was a therapist?”
“Yes. Brinkley did tell me that. So, let’s hear it, Alana. Why won’t she date me?”
“I am going to torture you slowly when we leave here,” I whisper-hissed in Lincoln’s ear, and he turned and waggled his brows.
“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart,” he said, close to my ear.
“So, obviously I don’t know Lincoln’s dating past, but I know Brinkley’s. Three serious relationships. Not one of them was someone any of us thought you’d wind up with. They were all—hmmm…mild in personality.”
“Interesting.” Lincoln chuckled. “I’m guessing she had a lot of control over those relationships. Not a lot of risk there.”
“Bingo,” my mother said.
What the hell was this?
“Are you kidding me right now? Okay, let’s hear it. How many long-lasting relationships have you had, Lincoln Hendrix?” I raised a brow.
“Well, I had a high school girlfriend for two years, and we broke up when we went to college.”
