Page 107 of Myla: The Hawthornes

I could hear the beginning of hysteria in my tone, I just couldn’t seem to hide it. I was freaking out.

“Baby, you know them. What the fuck?”

“First meal with the family,” Lou explained.

“It’s not the first fuckin’ meal,” he argued.

“I’m just going to change into the green real quick,” I announced. “I’ll be right back.”

“No,” Cian said firmly as he stomped toward me.

“It’ll take me two seconds,” I said desperately as he threw me over his shoulder. “Two seconds!”

“The cream sweater looks great,” Lou said hurriedly as she shoved my purse at Cian. “Have fun!”

“Cian!” I screeched as he carried me out the front door. “You’re messing up my hair!”

“Your hair’s fine,” he said calmly, carrying me down the steps. “And you’ll have plenty of time to fix it on the ride over.”

“I have to drive.”

“I’m drivin’.”

“It’s my car!”

“I’m drivin’ your car,” he repeated, setting me on my feet next to the passenger side. “Unless you wanna put a raincoat and helmet on and take the bike.”

“Car,” I said instantly.

“Thought so.”

After pulling out my keys, he handed my purse over.

“You could be a little more understanding,” I complained as he opened my door.

“I understand plenty,” he replied, closing me inside.

I glared through the windshield as he rounded the hood and carefully sat in the driver’s seat, pushing it all the way back before swinging his legs in.

“What do you think you understand?”

“That you’re a lunatic,” he replied, turning the car on. He reached for the heater and turned it up before leaning across the seat and tangling his fingers in my hair.

“You’re messing it up worse,” I said as he pulled me toward him.

“Don’t give a fuck. You’re always gorgeous,” he murmured before laying one on me. “And you’re freakin’ out for no reason.”

“You don’t get it,” I huffed as he let me go.

“I get it,” he argued, putting his hand behind my seat. I lost my train of thought as he looked over his shoulder and backed out of the driveway.Yum.

“It’s Mam and the kids,” he said a few minutes later. “And Aunt Ashley. You know all of ’em.”

“But we weren’t together before.”

“Why the fuck would that matter?”

“Because it does.”

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