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I started to laugh.
“Neither of them sounds good,” Avery stated.
When I saw the men start to trickle in from cleaning up, I knew game night was about to start. Then I spied Aunt Merit and Grams carrying boxes of dominoes.
I stood, put my hand to my mouth, and rushed out of the room.
The sound of my mother and Maverick both calling my name had me faltering for a hot second, but I kept going until I made it to the guest bathroom.
A light knock on the door minutes later had me flushing the toilet. “Yes?”
“Lily?”
“Oh, Mom…hold on. I’m not feeling well. Is Maverick out there?”
“I’m right here, baby.”
Smiling, I asked in my best sick voice. “Can you please come in?”
“You don’t wantmeto come in?” Mom asked in a hurt voice.
Cursing under my breath, I replied, “No…no, you go back to the family, Mom. I’ll be fine.”
Maverick opened the door and slipped inside, softly shutting it behind him.
I leaned in and whispered, “They’re going to play dominoes!”
He scrunched up his face. “The old person game?”
Nodding, I replied, “We have to make our escape now before Kipton tries to use the same excuse!”
“Right. Okay. Let’s get you out of here so you can go lie down.”
Awicked smile spread over my face. “And what are you going to do to make me feel better?”
An equally wicked, yet seductive smile appeared on his handsome face. “I think I can come up with something.”
I giggled, and Maverick covered my mouth, then put his finger to his lips. “Hush!”
He pulled me to him and pressed his mouth over mine in a hot and searing kiss. When we broke apart, I was breathing heavy.
“Yeah, we need to leave. Now.”
Maverick turned and opened the door, only to let out a girlish cry.
“Mom!” I said as I placed my hand over my chest. “You scared us!”
She lifted a single brow. “Sick, huh?”
Attempting to look sick, I nodded. “Morning sickness hits at all hours.” It wasn’t a lie, and my mother had seen me get sick at the oddest times of day.
She pushed off the wall and pointed to us. “You’re just trying to get out of playing dominoes!”
I stomped my feet like a five-year-old. “Mom! It’sdominoes. No one wants to play that.”
“Some of us do.”
Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Yeah, the old people.”
