Page 67 of Family Bonds- Kelsey & Van

“My brother would like to have us over for dinner next Wednesday at his house. He’s cooking. Free meal.”

He lifted one eyebrow at her. “You get a free meal whenever you walk into one of his restaurants.”

“Not the same thing and you know it,” she said. “Besides, that is different. My mother wants to meet you too. Be glad she doesn’t come knocking on my door at an inopportune time if she knows you’re here. That wouldn’t be fun, now, would it? Imagine we are right at the peak of our orgasm and the door opens and there is my mother yelling in the living room looking for us. Urgh.” She was shaking her head at him. “Just kills it. There is nothing worse than working up to a big explosion and then you get a little itty bitty spark wondering what the hell just happened.”

“If all you ever get is a tiny spark when I’m done I want to know. I’ll make it up to you.”’

“Awww,” she said. “Aren’t you the sweetest thing making sure I come hard every time.”

She really knew how to turn any conversation into a funny one.

Something he’d never had in his life.

He stood up and moved closer to her, had her trapped against the counter, his hips leaning into hers. “I’m going to make you scream my name out three times tonight. Enough that Frankie is going to leave more than one pile for you to pick up.”

“Okay, now you’re bragging,” she said, elbowing him out of the way. “And if Frankie does that,youcan clean it up.”

He grinned and moved back so she could finish dinner. He grabbed the plates down and set them on her small table.

The puppy was chewing on a bone on his bed and behaving.

It was a nice quiet night that he never realized he was missing in his life.

He couldn’t remember his parents ever behaving like he and Kelsey did. Then he felt bad his mother didn’t get to feel what he was, however confusing the thoughts were to him.

“I’ll clean it up later because it’s going to happen,” he said.

Two hours later, he walked into his home. Frankie hadn’t made a mess in Kelsey’s living room and he’d only made her shout out his name once.

She’d told him she’d hold him to it another night.

He had enough determination in him to do it. Maybe to prove to her that she wouldn’t want anyone else but him.

Then he wondered why he was feeling that way.

He’d never been in his head the way he was lately.

Could be the fact that he was seeing his mother in his dreams again. And a man’s voice with no body.

It was starting to get on his nerves. He was positive it might be his grandfather but had no clue what the guy’s voice sounded like.

Rather than get ready for bed, he walked over and picked up the damn envelope once again, ran it through his hands, and set it down.

It was barely eight. He wouldn’t go to bed until closer to ten, and be lucky if he was sleeping by midnight.

You’d think with as much as was going on in his life he’d be exhausted mentally, but it wasn’t happening.

He grabbed his laptop and started to read more about the hotels he now owned half of. In two days he was going to meet with the Director of Operations that Kyle and his grandfather employed to oversee the security and direct oversight of the hotels.

His hotels now.

The man his grandfather picked out.

Maybe he could get a better handle on things then.

He read a few more things and made notes. He wasn’t sure he liked the way security responded to calls in the hotels or the fact that there were a lot of calls in the past year. Little things. Noise complaints, missing items.

The response time seemed long in his eyes and he had to find out why.

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