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I laughed. “Yeah, I can’t imagine explaining that.” I gestured to him. “Aithan, this is Drew. He’s my author and my fuck buddy. You don’t mind if he eats with us, right? Later we can all screw like rabbits in the guest room.”
Drew’s shit-eating grin returned. “Actually, that sounds like fun.”
I shook my head. “For you, maybe, but I’d like to see where this thing with Aithan is going. Throwing him into a ménage à trois on the second date is probably asking a bit much.”
“True. It’s not like he’s me, after all.” He tapped his chest.
“Nobody is like you, Drew Katterman.” I kissed him.
He went downstairs. When I was finished vacuuming I found him on the balcony, working on a manuscript. Not wanting to disturb his flow, I sat on the couch and researched recipes online. Aithan hadn’t said if he had any allergies or dislikes, so I pulled out my phone to text him, and discovered that Greer had sent her itinerary.
My flight lands at SeaTac @ 4:35pm Friday (10/25). I’m expected at the convention Sat & Sun. I’m flying home Mon @ 11:05am. So we have Fri eve to sort out this whole Tristan mess.
“Christ on a crutch,” I muttered and typed:
I hope u don’t think I’m picking u up from the airport. I told u, I have a guest. Stay at a hotel. AND I don’t want Tristan back.
A few seconds later she replied.
Zel, don’t be an idiot. He’s hot & employed & you’re not ready to be alone.
Do u srsly think I’m better off with an abusive a-hole?!
Abusive how? Did he hit u?
No.
Then suck it up, Buttercup. Take what u can get, little sis. They’re not exactly lining up at your front door & u need someone to take care of u. You’re incapable on your own.
“Fucking bitch!”
“Me?” Drew stood in the doorway, laptop in hand.
“No, my goddamned sister. Greer thinks I’m better off with a guy who treats me like dirt than alone. Apparently, I can’t take care of myself.”
“Well, that’s bullshit. Is she for real?” He took the phone and his eyes widened as he scanned the message. “What. A. Bitch.” He glanced at me as if to judge how I took that criticism of a family member. “Sorry, to be harsh, but ….”
“Oh, no. You’re one hundred percent on target. Greer’s a bitch.”
He dropped beside me on the couch, snuggled up, and raised the phone to take our picture. “Bitch can get a clue from this.” He licked my cheek and I squealed as the camera clicked. The pic was hilarious. He sent it and typed:
Dunno, this one can’t keep his hands off me, so I’m not worried about becoming a lonely old spinster. Don’t come to my place. The guest bed is wrecked from all the fcking.
I laughed. “Oh, shit. She’ll forward that to our parents, for sure.”
He shrugged. “I’m guessing Mom and Dad know you’re not an innocent flower.”
“Hmm. Truth.”
10
A GENTLEMAN AND A VERY SEXY ROGUE
I putthe last knife on the table as Drew wandered into the kitchen, sniffing the air like a famished mutt. “Whatcha making? It smells damn good.”
“Pot roast with parsnips and sweet potatoes.” The oven timer buzzed. I put on oven mitts and opened the door. “And pumpkin drop biscuits,” I added as I pulled a cookie sheet from the oven.
“Mmm, Daddy likes.” He stole one from the sheet, juggling it between his hands before dropping it on a napkin. “What do you use instead of butter?”
