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One damn night and he was imagining her as his pregnant wife, like he had a teenage crush.
Enough.
You might lose interest in another few days. Stop it, douchebag.
When they sat down for dinner an hour later, Jack's little self-pep talk had achieved nothing. He checked his phone to see if Amelia had responded to his earlier message, asking if she was having a good day. And that he couldn’t wait to see her again.
She hadn’t.
Jack sighed and slid it back into his pocket.
“Everything okay?” Lucy asked, scooping some roast vegetables onto her plate.
“Yeah, why?” Jack asked.
“You keep checking your phone.”
“He has a girl,” his mom said, smirking.
“No, I do not. I have an important job,” Jack replied defensively, knowing his tone was a sure giveaway and that his sister would never let it go now.
But it wasn’t a complete lie. He didn’t have a girl. Amelia was a woman from head to toe.
And not his.
But he was starting to think he wanted to make her his. He could remember feeling this way about Becky. Or anyone before her.
“Yeah, yeah, senator, blah, blah,” Lucy replied.
Jack laughed.
To her, he was just her big brother and nothing more. Which he loved. The two were close, and he appreciated that she kept him grounded. When life got to him, Lucy was the person he called.
She always gave him her honest opinion while pulling no punches.
“So, who’s the girl?” Lucy continues prodding.
Jack glanced at Greg. “Help.”
“You’re on your own, my friend,” Greg replied, watching Ethan as he began flicking peas at his brother. “Boys!”
Useless brother-in-law.
Men should stick together.
“Spill, Jack,” Lucy said as his mom smiled down at her food.
She had known exactly what she was doing by dropping the bomb in front of his sister. Everyone knew Lucy was like a bloodhound.
“I don’t date girls, for starters. Amelia is just someone I met recently. We’re...dating,” he replied.
“Sure. Dating.” Greg smirked.
Goddammit, who were all these traitors sitting around him?
“Jack,” his mom admonished him as Lucy laughed.
He rolled his eyes. “We’re adults, mom. It’s what we do.”
