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Brodie loved me, and I loved him, and fuck everything else.
“I guess my timing is off,” he admitted as he looked around.
“Not at all. You felt it, and you didn’t hold back. I love it. And I love you.”
Brodie’s eyes welled up and spilled over. “Fuck, Van, don’t make me cry.”
“Sorry,mon coeur,” I whispered as I wiped the tears from his face. My vision blurred, but there was no time for us to savor the moment.
We pulled to a stop, and Regan and Dawson silently got out of the car.
But this time, they didn’t open the door right away, giving us a moment of privacy.
“You’ve called me that before.”
“Mon coeur,” I repeated and took his hand, placing it over my chest. “My heart.”
“I love it.” Brodie smiled and gave me another kiss. “Holy shit, you said you love me. I’m still in shock.”
“I did, and I do,” I said as I held onto him, both our bodies trembling. “And you’re not the only one. I hope your parents have a well-stocked liquor cabinet because this deserves a celebration.”
Brodie smiled and gave me another heated kiss. “Okay, honey, I’m ready now.”
A shudder ran through me when he called me “honey” in that husky tone of his.
“I’m not. I need another moment.” I pointed to my crotch.
Yeah, my cock was excited about what had just happened, and Brodie’s sexy laughter wasn’t helping matters either.
Reluctantly separating from him, I took a few deep breaths and got myself under control.
Then I slid over and opened the door, stepping out into the damp air. I wanted to hold my hand out to Brodie, but I was very aware we’d been followed.
Regan and Dawson stood with their backs to the road, blocking us from view. Brodie’s parents had a fenced-in property, and the paps that had followed us were now lined up outside their gate.
Our security team quickly ushered us inside the sprawling ranch house. It was filled with amazing aromas and the chatter of conversation and laughter.
“You’re finally here!” Brodie’s mom, Nia, came rushing down the hallway.
Brodie was the mirror image of her—the hair, the eyes, the smile. She pulled him in tightly, like she was never letting him go.
Then she stood back and playfully whacked his arm. “Why did it take you so long? You’ve been here two weeks, and you don’t come to see your mother!”
“I’m sorry, Mom. We didn’t want the press hounding you. And then Van and I got caught up with... you know… songwriting and… stuff.”
Brodie was uncharacteristically tongue-tied, and I bit back a grin.
I stepped forward and offered my hand. “It’s all my fault, Nia. Forgive me.”
“Well, of course, Van, and it’s so nice to see you.” Nia shook my hand and then turned back to Brodie. “I’m just thrilled you’re finally home!”
She reached for him again and they hugged tightly.
Watching the two of them was bittersweet. Moments like these, I missed my mom and dad something fierce.
It kinda made me wish I could fade into the background.
Until Nia let go of Brodie and turned to me. “And a handshake won’t do in this family.”
