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I nod. He knows all about Emma and my weird family history of seeing ghosts. It’s apparently from my father’s maternal side, so not all of us experience it.
“Emma?” He asks.
I nod. “She told me to go visit my parents. To talk with them.”
“That’s it?”
I shrug. “You know those dreams come and go; not much is ever revealed.” I hadn’t had one in years. A part of me wanted to deny it was even real.
I ignored the dream I had a few nights ago because I talk with my parents often enough. Yes, it’s mainly to my dad and about business, but I plan on telling them about Riley and Eve at dinner this weekend.
“Still can’t believe you got fucking married,” Diego gripes before shooting from the three-point line. The ball makes a whooshing sound as it goes directly into the net.
“Jealous you weren’t the first one to get married?” I taunt after bouncing the ball to him.
He freezes mid-shot.
I struck a nerve. And since his questioning, my marriage pissed me off, I push even more.
“How is Monique these days? I’ve barely seen your ass since I heard she was moving back to town.”
“Don’t test me.” His voice hardens, which makes me smile. My cousin has a temper when pushed. Especially when it comes to her.
Hence, why he laid out her fiancé on the beach in Miami when he thought the man was cheating on her.
“Is she back in town?”
“Not yet,” he mumbles.
“And once she is?”
He shoots the ball.
“She’ll be back home,” he says like it’s not a big deal. I doubt he hears the relief in his voice. “Look, lay off me and my relationship. You worry about yourmarriage.”
A smile crosses my lips.
His forehead wrinkles. “What?”
“You just called it a relationship. Not a friendship.”
His Adam’s Apple bobs up and down. “Whatever. You need to fucking concentrate on your marriage. If you’re having dreams and shit, you’re likely going to fuck it up somehow. Try all you want to downplay why you put a ring on her finger. But it’s deeper than revenge, and you damn well know it.”
I scoff. “Yeah, I’ll take that advice. But you can chew on this. Your best friend isn’t engaged anymore, and she’s moving back home. What’s your excuse for not getting off the bench now?”
“Worry about your relationship and I’ll worry about mine,” he says before taking a shot. The ball bounces off the rim.
CHAPTER30
Riley
Am I ready for this?I ask myself as we pull into the driveway of Kyle’s parents’ home.
Two weeks after the lasagna incident—as I now refer to it as—I’m going to meet my in-laws for the first time. Strange since Aaron Townsend is the CEO of the company I’ve been consulting for, for well over a month. He’s been out of the country on business.
Two days earlier Kyle shared over dinner that we were invited over to his parents for Sunday dinner.
“Wow, it’s so big,” Eve declares as she pops her head in between the driver and passenger seats. This is one of the only times I’ve seen Kyle drive. And, of course, he owns a Bentley. What a casual car to pull up to dinner with the family in.
