Page 94 of Booked on You
Scarlett looks ridiculously cute.
I grin. “You look?—”
“Don’t you dare say adorable,” she warns.
“I was gonna say guilty,” I tease, kissing her quickly as I head toward the door. “But adorable works, too.”
She sighs. “I’m nervous!”
It makes me laugh. “Don’t be. She already loves you,” I explain, preparing myself for the hurricane of questions my aunt will ask.
“Ezra Reed!” Millie yells.
I kiss Scarlett. “Take a minute, then meet us downstairs, okay?”
She nods, and I leave, adjusting my dick on the way to the kitchen.
Millie stands at the bottom of the stairs, sausage bread in hand, eyes sparkling with a knowing humor that makes me feel seventeen again. When I was a teenager, my mom had left for a pottery convention, and I stayed home for the weekend. I invited my high school girlfriend over, and guess who caught us? Millie.Though she never snitched, I got the “wear protection unless you want kids” talk.
“Good morning,” she singsongs, looking me up and down.
I lean in, kissing her cheek and taking the bread from her grasp.
“You know, a heads-up would be appreciated,” I say, moving to the kitchen to turn on the light. I place the bread on the counter, then feed Willow.
She arches a brow, not buying my casual tone for a second. “Honey, if I’d called, you’d have had a chance to hide whatever you’re up to.”
“I’m not up to anything.” The corners of my mouth betray me, twitching up, despite my best efforts to keep a straight face.
Millie folds her arms, head cocked slightly. “Your shirt’s backward, Ezra.”
I glance down. “Wow, didn’t even notice. Maybe because it’s so early?”
As I start the coffeepot, Millie notices the book still on the counter where Scarlett left it yesterday.
“Until You,” she says. My aunt flips open the pages and reads the inscription. Laughter escapes her. “You know, I’d forgotten your mom wanted to hook you up with Scarlett. My memory erased that until just now. That signing was so long ago. Over a decade.” Millie’s eyes widen, and she rubs her arms. “Okay, that just gave me chills!”
“Who would’ve thought my mom would be playing matchmaker from the afterlife?” I ask pointedly.
Millie bursts into a fit of laughter as she takes my hand and squeezes. “Your mom always did get her way.”
Footsteps on the second floor interrupt the moment.
Millie’s gaze drifts upward. Some of the tension eases.
“Scarlett is here?” Millie asks in a whispered tone. “Are you two…serious?”
“No labels.” I shake my head.
Millie’s smile widens into something dangerously close to mischief. “Oh, I hear wedding bells.”
Laughter bubbles beneath the surface. “This reaction is exactly what I’m afraid of.”
Footsteps creak on the staircase, and I glance toward the hallway, heart galloping with anticipation and amusement.
Scarlett steps cautiously into the kitchen, cheeks flushed, my clothes hanging loosely off her petite frame. She grins wide, tucking her hair behind her ears like she’s preparing herself for a walk of shame.
Millie grins wide, practically buzzing with excitement. “There’s my future niece!”
