if—we fly out to Vegas, we will most assuredly visit with Cassie and her mom.
“And on that note”—Kay glances over at the digital clock on the stove—“I better get going.”
“Hey,” I mumble to Kay through a mouthful of pancake, “hold on a sec and I’ll walk you out.”
I finish off the last bit of syrup-covered goodness from my plate and push back my chair. “You two get started on cleaning up in here,” I say to Will and Cassie as I stand.
Will groans and insists he’s too full to move, but Cassie elbows him and quickly interjects, “Of course we’ll clean up, Chase.”
Out in the driveway, when we reach Kay’s car, I lean forward to open the door for her. But when she places her hand over mine, stopping me, I ask, “What’s up?”
She sighs. “I didn’t want to say anything last night, or this morning in front of Cassie and Will, but Missy stopped by the church office yesterday afternoon.”
I roll my eyes. “What the fuck did she want?”
Yeah, I’m still a little aggravated with the way things went down at the church carnival, the night Kay learned of my hookup with Missy. And I’m less than thrilled when I think of how Missy blew off Kay at the Anchor Inn to go fuck around with Nick Mercurio and his cousin. But, hey, when it comes right down to it, who am I to judge?
Kay stares down at the keys in the hand not still on mine and mumbles, “Uh, Missy wanted to talk about next month’s rummage sale.”
Kay’s acting a little strange, like there was more to Missy’s visit, so I ask, “She didn’t upset you, did she?”
“No, not at all. But she did have some…news.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of news?” With Missy, I can only imagine.
But even I’m shocked when Kay blurts out, “The baby kind of news, Chase. Missy is pregnant.”
“Holy fuck.”
There are these few drawn-out seconds where Kay and I just stare at each other. I squeeze her hand, all the while, thinking one thing: Thank God I never fucked Missy Metzger .
Kay glances away, probably thinking the same thing. She says, “For the record, Missy knows who the father is—Nick’s cousin, Tony.”
“How does she know it’s not Nick’s?” I chuckle, recalling how Kay told me Missy had been with both Tony and Nick.
Kay explains that she’s since come to learn Missy was only with Tony.
“Nice,” I say, smirking, “so Nick just watched the show.”
Kay frowns. “Chase, please, be nice.”
Moving my hand from hers, I cup her chin and urge her to look up at me. When she does, I want to know, “So you’re friends with Missy now?”
“Actually, I do want to be her friend. I think she needs people to support her.”
I have a sinking feeling this includes me. “I guess that means she’s my friend now, too?” I raise an eyebrow.
Kay smacks me in the chest. And I suppose to show me she’s not holding my indiscretion with Missy against me—or Missy—she teasingly says, “Not too good of a friend, buddy.”
I laugh, but then, just to make things clear, I lower my lips until they’re touching hers.
“Hey, it’s you I love,” I murmur against her mouth. “I have no desire to ever be with anyone other than you. You know that, right?”
“Mmhmm,” she replies, before placing her hands on my sides, standing on her tiptoes, and kissing me with everything she’s got.
Shit, Kay’s enthusiasm has me muttering between heated kisses, “Fuck, I wish we could go back inside right now.”
Kay lets out a little moan that does nothing to make me want to stop. But before I end up lifting her pretty summer-green dress, pulling down her panties, and fucking her against the side of the car, I pull away.
Giving her a light swat on the ass, I say with a sigh, “You better go.”
After Kay’s on her way, I head back into the house. In the kitchen, I happen upon Cassie and Will, who are apparently having an R-rated moment of their own. Cassie is sitting in Will’s lap, her mouth on his. They don’t even
“And on that note”—Kay glances over at the digital clock on the stove—“I better get going.”
“Hey,” I mumble to Kay through a mouthful of pancake, “hold on a sec and I’ll walk you out.”
I finish off the last bit of syrup-covered goodness from my plate and push back my chair. “You two get started on cleaning up in here,” I say to Will and Cassie as I stand.
Will groans and insists he’s too full to move, but Cassie elbows him and quickly interjects, “Of course we’ll clean up, Chase.”
Out in the driveway, when we reach Kay’s car, I lean forward to open the door for her. But when she places her hand over mine, stopping me, I ask, “What’s up?”
She sighs. “I didn’t want to say anything last night, or this morning in front of Cassie and Will, but Missy stopped by the church office yesterday afternoon.”
I roll my eyes. “What the fuck did she want?”
Yeah, I’m still a little aggravated with the way things went down at the church carnival, the night Kay learned of my hookup with Missy. And I’m less than thrilled when I think of how Missy blew off Kay at the Anchor Inn to go fuck around with Nick Mercurio and his cousin. But, hey, when it comes right down to it, who am I to judge?
Kay stares down at the keys in the hand not still on mine and mumbles, “Uh, Missy wanted to talk about next month’s rummage sale.”
Kay’s acting a little strange, like there was more to Missy’s visit, so I ask, “She didn’t upset you, did she?”
“No, not at all. But she did have some…news.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of news?” With Missy, I can only imagine.
But even I’m shocked when Kay blurts out, “The baby kind of news, Chase. Missy is pregnant.”
“Holy fuck.”
There are these few drawn-out seconds where Kay and I just stare at each other. I squeeze her hand, all the while, thinking one thing: Thank God I never fucked Missy Metzger .
Kay glances away, probably thinking the same thing. She says, “For the record, Missy knows who the father is—Nick’s cousin, Tony.”
“How does she know it’s not Nick’s?” I chuckle, recalling how Kay told me Missy had been with both Tony and Nick.
Kay explains that she’s since come to learn Missy was only with Tony.
“Nice,” I say, smirking, “so Nick just watched the show.”
Kay frowns. “Chase, please, be nice.”
Moving my hand from hers, I cup her chin and urge her to look up at me. When she does, I want to know, “So you’re friends with Missy now?”
“Actually, I do want to be her friend. I think she needs people to support her.”
I have a sinking feeling this includes me. “I guess that means she’s my friend now, too?” I raise an eyebrow.
Kay smacks me in the chest. And I suppose to show me she’s not holding my indiscretion with Missy against me—or Missy—she teasingly says, “Not too good of a friend, buddy.”
I laugh, but then, just to make things clear, I lower my lips until they’re touching hers.
“Hey, it’s you I love,” I murmur against her mouth. “I have no desire to ever be with anyone other than you. You know that, right?”
“Mmhmm,” she replies, before placing her hands on my sides, standing on her tiptoes, and kissing me with everything she’s got.
Shit, Kay’s enthusiasm has me muttering between heated kisses, “Fuck, I wish we could go back inside right now.”
Kay lets out a little moan that does nothing to make me want to stop. But before I end up lifting her pretty summer-green dress, pulling down her panties, and fucking her against the side of the car, I pull away.
Giving her a light swat on the ass, I say with a sigh, “You better go.”
After Kay’s on her way, I head back into the house. In the kitchen, I happen upon Cassie and Will, who are apparently having an R-rated moment of their own. Cassie is sitting in Will’s lap, her mouth on his. They don’t even
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