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“I think I’m going to go and wash up first,” I said.
My dad gave me a clap on the back. “Okay. And you best ask Arya tonight if she wants to go. Don’t just go assuming in the morning that she doesn’t have plans.”
“Okay, Dad. I’ll ask her after dinner.”
“Good, good, good.” He nodded. I hurried to my room and walked into the bathroom so that I could wash off my face and my hands. My dad’s words had made me pause for a few seconds. I hadn’t liked the knowing look in his eyes, and I hadn’t liked the fact that he’d commented on Arya getting a boyfriend. I mean, I knew at some point she’d want to date someone, but that point wasn’t now, was it?
I leaned against the door and thought for a couple of seconds. Did I care if Arya got a boyfriend? No, of course not. Not if he treated her well.
But I knew from the way my heart lurched at the thought that that wasn’t exactly true.
I did not want to see Arya with another man. I mean, I didn’t want her myself, I wasn’t ready to settle down and she had far too many responsibilities for someone like me, but she was cute. More than cute. She was beautiful and sexy. Under other circumstances, I definitely would’ve had her in my bed.
But she was a guest in my home, and I knew that Mom would absolutely kill me if I even thought about making a play for her.
Though if Arya wanted me to, I wouldn’t say no.
Chapter Ninety-Eight
Arya
Dinner was fun. I could tell that Amelia loved being around her family. She seemed to light up when she was with her sons, and each one of them looked at her with love and adoration.
“Aunty Arya, I’m going to help Grandma Amelia do the dishes.” Eloise picked up two dirty glasses from the table. “And then she’s going to read me a story before I have my bath and go to bed.”
“How’s about you help with the dishes and then have a bath and then Amelia can read to you?”
“Okay.” She nodded with a small smile. “Did you know that milk comes from cows, Aunty?”
“I did.” I nodded with a smile. I watched as Chet walked towards us and I could feel my spine stiffening. What did he want?
“Eloise, did you know that the very best cow milk is mixed with chocolate syrup?” He bent down and grinned at her. “Want some chocolate milk as you do the dishes?”
“Ooh, yes please.” She jumped up and down. “Can I, please, please?” She looked at me and I nodded. “Yay!” She went running out of the room.
“Eloise, do not run with glasses or anything else in your hands!” I followed after her. “You can hurt yourself if you trip.”
“Okay, Aunty Arya.” She gave me an embarrassed smile. “Sorry.”
“No worries, darling.” I watched as she headed to the kitchen and then turned to Chet. “You really shouldn’t have offered her chocolate milk. What if I didn’t want her having any?”
“Then you would have said so.” He shrugged. “Is it really a big deal?”
“It is a big deal to me.”
“Then my bad.” He gave me an apologetic smile. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I should have asked you first.”
“Yes, you should have.” I tried to look stern, but I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching as he gave me a doleful puppy dog stare. “Enough with that, Chet.”
“Why? Am I melting your cold, cold heart?”
“Nope.” I shook my head vehemently. “Never.”
“So I was hoping to ask you something…” He cleared his throat and all of a sudden his face looked serious.
“Now you want to ask me something?”
“It’s not about chocolate milk.”
