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“Guess you can’t say you’re my biggest fan if you didn’t know that,” I countered.
Her ruby red lips curved into a seductive smile. “Now that I’ve had the chance to run into you, I guess I’ll have to do my homework better.”
“As long as it doesn’t turn into stalking,” I replied with a wink.
Someone cleared their voice behind us, indicating we needed to hurry up and get our asses down the aisle. “Well, it was nice meeting you guys.” I then turned and hustled down to the exit.
Just as I reached the door, Angelica grabbed me by the shoulder. “Wait, I can’t let you go without at least getting your autograph.”
“And I’d love to give it to you.”
After barely glancing in her purse, her lips turned down in a pout. “I don’t seem to have anything you could write on.”
“I think I have a notebook,” Molly piped up.
Narrowing her eyes, Angelica argued, “No, youdon’t.”
Ducking her head, Molly replied, “Oh, I guess I don’t.”
Sliding her zipper down, Angelica then thrust open her hoodie. “I guess you’ll just have to sign me.”
I’d like to say it was the first time a potential groupie had asked me to sign her tits, but it wasn’t. Although she thought she was doing something incredibly flirty, over the years it had already become old hat.
But I didn’t let that show on my face as I uncapped the pen and reached over to ink my name on her cleavage. Instead, I kept a cheeky grin plastered on my face. Once I was done, I rewarded her efforts with a wink. “Take care.”
After blowing on her tits to dry the ink, she added, “I could take care of you while you’re home.”
Fucking hell. That was direct even for a manwhore like me. At the same time, I couldn’t help being intrigued. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Taking my arm, she jerked up my sleeve before scribbling her number just above my wrist. “Call me anytime.”
“Thanks.” Knowing I didn’t want to show up with two strange women in tow to meet my parents, I said, “Gotta go. My family is waiting on me.”
Angelica looked slightly disappointed at the rebuff, but she recovered quickly. “Yeah, we have people waiting, too.”
After a quick nod, I power-walked away, trying to put as much distance as I could between us. ??It was a fine line between a friendly phone number and a swim groupie stalking me home.I much prefer the former.
I hopped the train to departures. Thankfully, I’d packed light with just a small roller board and my backpack, so I didn’t have to get any other luggage. As the escalator inched its way to the top of the landing, I started peering around the crowd gathered at the barrier. It didn’t take me long to spot them.
My parents stood shoulder to shoulder. At the sight of me, their faces lit up. To my mother’s side, Liam had even mustered a grin. Mainly it was because he was sporting a sign that read,Welcome Home from Prison, Noah!I could always count on my little brother to be a goofball. Absent was my sister, Caroline, who I imagined was back at the hotel with the bridal party since she was a bridesmaid.
With happy tears streaming down her cheeks, my mom threw her arms around me. “My baby’s home!”
Dad grunted beside her. “Jesus, Em, you act like he’s been overseas with the Foreign Legion.”
“He might as well be considering how much we get to see him.”
Rolling my eyes, I replied, “We FaceTime like five times a week.”
Mom squeezed me harder. “It’s not the same.”
In a strangled gasp, I wheezed. “Jeez, Mom, have you been pumping iron?”
She released me with a giggle. “Just a little Pilates.”
Another grunt erupted from Dad. “She’s even dragged me along.”
“Working on flexibility is good at our age,” Mom argued.
