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Grandma Lucy patted my hand. "That's because you never had someone special to spend it with. Now you have my grandson. And Jensen, if you hope to keep a woman, you have to kiss her better than that. Do it again and this time put your back into it."
I couldn't help it. I sputtered and the laugh broke free, echoing around the expanse of foyer.
Yeah, you keep laughing, he's about to kiss you in a minute, and you two need to make it look real.
Damn. I turned to face Jensen and licked my lips. His gaze pinned to my tongue as if his entire focus was on how I might taste. When Jensen leaned over, he gently mouthed, "Make it look real." And I swallowed hard.
When his lips brushed over mine and his hands moved around my waist to pull me close, my mind reeled. As the blood rushed in my skull, my knees felt too weak to support my weight. Right there in the front entrance to the Morrison estate, I was melting into a pool of hormones and need, but before I could even settle in and enjoy myself, it was over too soon. He pulled back and then brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. All I could do was blink in confusion and wonder. Oh, right. Grandma Lucy was saying something to me.
"Now see, that was a kiss. Jensen, honey, you better learn to do that all the time if you're to keep this beauty."
"Grandma, no antics, Alex is shy. She doesn't like flaunting our relationship in front of everyone."
Yes. That's exactly what we discussed. Me wanting to keep my private life private was a way to keep from showing too much affection to each other. But screw that plan. I was now all about demonstrating passion. I might slip Grandma Lucy a five under the table to suggest that I kiss Jensen again.
Grandma Lucy just shook her head. "Nonsense. When you love your man, don't you worry about who's watching you. Love with your whole heart, honey. Now you two get upstairs, freshen up and come to the kitchen."
Jensen groaned. "Grandma, I thought the whole point was you were supposed to be relaxing."
"Oh good Lord, boy, you talk too much, and you worry even more. I have help in the kitchen. I'm just there to supervise and eat chocolate chip cookies.”
Jensen's stomach rumbled, and I shook my head. The man could literally be controlled by his food. "Chocolate chip cookies?"
Grandma Lucy grinned as she went down the hall. "You two just get settled then come on down, and you can have as many as you can eat."
Jensen took my hand and squeezed gently. "I'm sorry. My family can be—"
"It's not your fault. But you know what? I like your grandma. She's fun."
"Yeah, but you have a lot of other things to handle. My crazy relatives are not what you should be dealing with right now."
"It's fine. So what are we doing about our shared-room situation?"
"Don't worry about it. From what I remember, that room has a decent-size pullout couch. It was originally designed as a suite. We've got plenty of room for me to sleep on the couch.” We reached our door and found our bags neatly stacked outside. Perfect.
I turned the knob and pushed open the door then froze in the doorway. Behind me, Jensen groaned. "Alex, what are you doing?"
"Jensen, you need to see this."
Jensen leaned around me and peered into the room. There was an enormous king-size bed against the far wall, and a sitting area for reading. The bright bold colors spoke to me. I loved everything in it. Except for one little problem. That couch that Jensen had been talking about was gone. And the floors were not carpeted, they were hardwood. It looked like Jensen and I would probably be sharing a bed while we were there.
Chapter9
JENSEN
I stewed allthe way through dinner. As my grandmother chatted excitedly with Alex, and the rest of my family asked her about her paintings, her career, and her upcoming gallery show, I was too busy trying to think of a way out of this predicament.
Martin leaned over. “What's got your panties in a twist?"
"For once in your life, Martin, shut the hell up," I muttered.
Grandma Lucy looked up. "Jensen, honey, are you okay? You barely touched your roast."
Alex was quick on the defense. We'd been covering each other's asses for so long she knew exactly when I needed her. "Um, Grandma Lucy, we did have a really big lunch. And you know Jensen. When he sees something he wants, he has to have more than one helping."
I bit back a groan. For once, Alex wasnothelping the situation.
Martin chuckled next to me. "I'm the same way," he said to Alex with a smirk. Then when no one was listening, he leaned over to me. "I think now that I've gotten to know Alex, I might go back for seconds on that."
