Page 73 of Yours To Take
“Well, one older brother and four younger sisters.”
Gemma barks out a laugh. “Oh God. I can’t imagine if that were our family. Mason would go absolutely mental.”
“Considering how you and Ivy drove him crazy at the bar, I don’t doubt that.”
“That’s what needs to be in this scene.”
“A cranky older brother yelling at his younger sisters?”
Gemma smacks me on the chest. “No.”
“What does the scene need then?”
“It needs more life. Anyone with a big family knows it’s nothing like that. It’s all shouting and laughing and more noise than you know what to do with.”
“And where can I find some inspiration?”
Gemma taps a finger against her lips. “If only you knew someone with a big family.”
“Are you suggesting a Winchester family dinner?”
“I am.”
“Wouldn’t that be weird to have an interloper there?”
Gemma’s head tips back in laughter. They way her neck moves as she laughs is hypnotic. “You make it sound like I’m bringing a spy to dinner.”
“I’m not going to lie; your grandpa intimidates me.”
The few times I’ve seen him around the ranch, a cowboy hat blocked his face from view. It gives him the air of someone you don’t want to mess with.
“Gramps? Please.” Gemma pats me on the arm. “He’s the nicest one of the bunch. You have to worry about Mason.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“What you did at the bar will go a long way to winning him over.”
“That makes me more nervous than it should.”
“Please?” Gemma clasps her hands together, turning pleading eyes on me. “They’d love to have you. I’d love for you to be there and meet my family.”
“As long as you’re sure I wouldn’t be imposing.”
“Not at all. Logan might be a bit cranky if he shows up.”
“Cranky? You’re not putting my mind at ease.”
“He’s only cranky because he can’t play football anymore. It’s really not his fault.”
“So Mason might like me. Logan, who may or may not come, might be cranky. Peter seems to like me.”
“He does like you. Nash too.”
“Got it. Who else do I need to be worried about?”
With the few girlfriends I had, I never had to worry about impressing their families. As much as I hate to say it, the Travers name got me far. I could go in and be as interesting as a brick, and her parents would love me.
Considering no one in this town knows me, I can’t skate by on my name alone. Not that I would want to.
