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Everything is different when the door to the Granville house opens.
Jet answers, and he’s excited to see me. I’m sure it’s only because my presence enables him to advance his pursuit of Brylee White, but that doesn’t matter.
The next thing I notice as I cross the threshold into the cozy, warm home is that it smells incredible.
“I hope you didn’t eat,” Jet says.
I didn’t. We had basically nothing in the house and Jet told me we would have popcorn while we watched the movie, so I figured I would fill up on that.
I sniff the air and follow Jet into the kitchen, where Milo is grabbing a plate of skewered meat and moving it to the island. He meets my gaze as I enter the room, but doesn’t say a word.
He turns back to grab three smaller plates out of the cabinet. As he sets them down beside the skewers, he says, “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I am.” I leave Jet’s side and walk over to look at the delicious smelling meat.
“Appetizers,” Milo explains before grabbing two heaping bowls of popcorn and carrying them to the living room. “Help yourself to the meat,” he calls back.
I glance over at Jet, who grabs a plate for himself and one for me. “Thanks,” I murmur.
He nods. “Since we’re watching a movie, we’ll eat these on the couch.”
I grab a skewer and inspect it. “What are we watching?”
“Daddy’s Home. It’s this Mark Wahlberg movie we usually watch around Christmas time. Jonathan will probably be pissed we’re watching it without him,” he says, smiling faintly.
“We don’t have to tell him,” I say conspiratorially before biting off the top piece of meat on my skewer to see how it tastes.
Instantly, my taste buds transform into tiny whores, sinking to their knees and begging for more please.
“Oh my god,” I say, covering my mouth as I’m still chewing.
Jet looks over at me, alert. “Are they not good? They’re usually really good.”
“Oh my god,” I repeat, before greedily taking another bite.
Jet’s smile widens. Seeing there’s no cause for concern, he moves a couple of skewers to his own plate. “I guess they’re really good.”
My empty stomach tempts me to make a pig of myself and grab every skewer on the plate, but I resist the urge and settle with grabbing three.
Milo walks in just as Jet is walking out. I’m just polishing off the first skewer I tried in the kitchen.
Milo grabs his plate and leans in toward me as he fills it. “I see you’re enjoying my meat.”
I’m so startled by the scandalous comment and the smirk on his devilishly handsome face, I nearly choke. The food goes down the wrong way, so I move quickly to grab a cup out of the cupboard and hit the water dispenser on their fancy-ass refrigerator.
I gulp some down and turn around, glaring at Milo. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Still smirking, he says, “What? You don’t enjoy choking on it like a good little slut? I’m surprised.”
I shake my head and grab my abandoned plate off the island. “You’re the worst.”
“Maybe you just need more practice,” he calls as I leave the kitchen and go to join Jet in the living room.
Jet looks up as I sink into the couch cushion beside him, still faintly shaking my head.
“Is my dad picking on you?” he asks as he reaches for a handful of popcorn.
