Page 77 of Yours To Take
“Do you doubt we’d be anything different?”
“To mess with your sister? Yes.”
I point at all of them. “I hope you remember this when you bring someone home.”
“I already have my someone.”
“Aww. Aren’t you sweet?” Nash gives him another sickeningly sweet kiss.
“And you forget. I’ve already brought someone home. Not doing that again.” Layla glugs back the rest of her wine and heads back into the kitchen.
“Why did Mason rush out of here?”
I change the subject. No need to bring up my sister’s painful divorce now.
“We gave him shit over not cooking dinner tonight. Said he had an issue at the bar.”
“What issue at the bar required him to leave?”
“I don’t know,” Peter grumbles, sipping on his drink. “Everything was fine this morning. Something’s up with him.”
“Why do you say something’s up with him?” I ask.
Blake is standing next to me, eyes ping-ponging back and forth between all of us.
“It’s my bar. Don’t you think I’d know if there was an issue? Something’s up.” Peter gives me a duh face.
“What’s up with who?” Willow bounds into our little circle.
“Nothing.” Peter looks properly chastised by the seven-year-old in the room. “We’re talking about adult stuff.”
“I hate adult stuff.” She crosses her arms. “When is dinner gonna be ready? I’m hungry.”
“Right now.” Mason appears again, kicking the door shut behind him, two heavenly bags of food in hand.
“Yes!” Willow pumps her arm and runs to the table.
Nash and Peter go to help Logan get up as Layla finishes setting the table.
“You were right, by the way.” Blake wraps a hand around my waist.
“About what?”
He grabs the wine glass out of my hand and finishes it. “My family dinner was crap. It’s nothing like this.”
I smile. “C’mon. Let’s get you a drink. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Grabbing the bottle of wine, I hand Blake a glass and top us off. Everyone is waiting for us at the table. His ringer is loud over the brief moment of silence.
Pulling it out of his pocket, he winces. “Sorry. I need to take this.”
“Sure.” I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. He walks back into the empty kitchen as I take my seat.
“When was the last time you invited someone to family dinner?” Layla whispers, leaning across the table to get closer. Peter and Mason finish pouring the rest of the drinks.
“It’s been a while.”
I know exactly how long it’s been. Since my high school boyfriend. Sure, if I was dating someone for more than a few weeks, they’d meet Layla or Ivy, but I never liked anyone enough to bring them around my family.
