Grace’s
dogs,” she said in a lowered voice. “And I’m not going to.”
Lorenzo stared at her, trying his damnedest not to let on about how
that made him feel. Just like everything else he’d felt so far for this girl,
it was irrational for him to be annoyed and he didn’t understand it. But this pissed him off.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want her to know,” she said firmly, turning
toward the bedroom then back to him. “I sort of, in girl talk, under strictest
confidence, told her about the night we had. I just didn’t mention who with. Since
I figured your cousin is married to her sister, I thought she might know you in
some way, but I had no idea you were her brother-in-law and how close she was
to you, until last week. It would just be awkward now, you know? Uncomfortable if anyone else knew now. Have you . . .?” She stopped when Lorenzo shook his
head. “Good. Can we please keep it that way?”
Lorenzo nodded, annoyed that just like the last two times he’d
run into her he was already over thinking everything. It was still possible
that she was seeing someone else now and Rosie just failed to mention that part.
Is that why she thought anyone knowing about their night would make things
awkward? Somehow her bringing up the night they had together being the first
thing she talked about the first chance they got a moment alone, gave him the
go ahead to size her up shamelessly from top to bottom. Why not? She’d just
reminded him she’d willingly let him do so much more already.
She was hot. There was never any doubt about that, even now as
dressed down as she was compared to that night and minus her ‘fuck me’ shoes
like the ones she’d worn then and again to the repast. Hearing Rosie mention
Olivia’s four-inch heels only heightened the desire he’d begun to feel for
having her under him again. She obviously enjoyed being sexy since she’d be all
for wearing one of those skimpy cheerleading outfits out. But he’d been with plenty
of hot sexy girls before, and he still couldn’t put his finger on what Olivia
did to him.
Something stirred deep inside him and, God damn it, in his pants
again even as Vince and Rosie reentered the room. Olivia had since looked away
from him to smile and gush about Ruby’s adorable outfit. Yet Lorenzo couldn’t
take his eyes off of Olivia. Just like that first night with her, he was
beginning to feel the insanity again. He even entertained the notion of making up
an excuse and getting the hell out of there while he still had the chance to leave
with his heart intact. But something even more alarming was happening. The
desire to stay and be around her for a few more hours was beginning to drown
out the panic and the pressing voice in his head urging him to run.
She says she’s over him, but, c’mon, he was her first
everything.
Even the reminder of these words that had worked all week when he’d
considered looking her up online and finding out a little more about her didn’t
work now. The other part of him, the one getting sucked into the idea of
hanging around a while, reasoned this was harmless. He’d just be watching a
football game with her. Vince and Rosie would be there the whole time. How
could that possibly turn into something disastrous?
“This will be fun,” Rosie said, walking back into the kitchen
with Vince and Ruby. “Since you’re such a football fan, we could do this every
Monday from here on. Our ‘Monday Night Football’ gatherings just got a little
bigger.” She kissed Ruby’s little hand. “And here we thought Ruby was the only
new person in our ‘Monday Night Football’ gang this year.” Then his sweet
little sister-in-law turned to him. “And did you know you and Olivia are the
same age?”
Lorenzo didn’t say anything, but he did glance at Olivia, whose eyes
had widened at bit at Rosie’s less-than-subtle comment.
Vince chuckled. “Interesting,” he said, heading toward the front
room. “Maybe you two
dogs,” she said in a lowered voice. “And I’m not going to.”
Lorenzo stared at her, trying his damnedest not to let on about how
that made him feel. Just like everything else he’d felt so far for this girl,
it was irrational for him to be annoyed and he didn’t understand it. But this pissed him off.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want her to know,” she said firmly, turning
toward the bedroom then back to him. “I sort of, in girl talk, under strictest
confidence, told her about the night we had. I just didn’t mention who with. Since
I figured your cousin is married to her sister, I thought she might know you in
some way, but I had no idea you were her brother-in-law and how close she was
to you, until last week. It would just be awkward now, you know? Uncomfortable if anyone else knew now. Have you . . .?” She stopped when Lorenzo shook his
head. “Good. Can we please keep it that way?”
Lorenzo nodded, annoyed that just like the last two times he’d
run into her he was already over thinking everything. It was still possible
that she was seeing someone else now and Rosie just failed to mention that part.
Is that why she thought anyone knowing about their night would make things
awkward? Somehow her bringing up the night they had together being the first
thing she talked about the first chance they got a moment alone, gave him the
go ahead to size her up shamelessly from top to bottom. Why not? She’d just
reminded him she’d willingly let him do so much more already.
She was hot. There was never any doubt about that, even now as
dressed down as she was compared to that night and minus her ‘fuck me’ shoes
like the ones she’d worn then and again to the repast. Hearing Rosie mention
Olivia’s four-inch heels only heightened the desire he’d begun to feel for
having her under him again. She obviously enjoyed being sexy since she’d be all
for wearing one of those skimpy cheerleading outfits out. But he’d been with plenty
of hot sexy girls before, and he still couldn’t put his finger on what Olivia
did to him.
Something stirred deep inside him and, God damn it, in his pants
again even as Vince and Rosie reentered the room. Olivia had since looked away
from him to smile and gush about Ruby’s adorable outfit. Yet Lorenzo couldn’t
take his eyes off of Olivia. Just like that first night with her, he was
beginning to feel the insanity again. He even entertained the notion of making up
an excuse and getting the hell out of there while he still had the chance to leave
with his heart intact. But something even more alarming was happening. The
desire to stay and be around her for a few more hours was beginning to drown
out the panic and the pressing voice in his head urging him to run.
She says she’s over him, but, c’mon, he was her first
everything.
Even the reminder of these words that had worked all week when he’d
considered looking her up online and finding out a little more about her didn’t
work now. The other part of him, the one getting sucked into the idea of
hanging around a while, reasoned this was harmless. He’d just be watching a
football game with her. Vince and Rosie would be there the whole time. How
could that possibly turn into something disastrous?
“This will be fun,” Rosie said, walking back into the kitchen
with Vince and Ruby. “Since you’re such a football fan, we could do this every
Monday from here on. Our ‘Monday Night Football’ gatherings just got a little
bigger.” She kissed Ruby’s little hand. “And here we thought Ruby was the only
new person in our ‘Monday Night Football’ gang this year.” Then his sweet
little sister-in-law turned to him. “And did you know you and Olivia are the
same age?”
Lorenzo didn’t say anything, but he did glance at Olivia, whose eyes
had widened at bit at Rosie’s less-than-subtle comment.
Vince chuckled. “Interesting,” he said, heading toward the front
room. “Maybe you two
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