Page 81 of You're To Blame 2

The side door slid open, and he climbed inside, shutting the door behind him. Connie hopped in the front seat.

Matt released a low whistle. “Rocco, nice surveillance set up.”

Rocco grinned from ear to ear. “Thanks, dude.”

Megan dropped her head on Matt’s chest. Those two were confusing as hell. They always ran hot and cold. His head thudded the wall. He was deep in thought. More than likely about her. I knew Matt better than anyone. He loved Megan. But if he couldn’t have her the way he wanted her, he’d rather be miserable and walk away. Megan lifted her head long enough to zip downhis jacket then placed her head against his heart, clutching him tight.

His fists clenched at his sides. He was warring with himself to keep his hands off of her.

“Matt, how did it work out with Regina’s parents?” I swallowed hard. Taking one for the team. Even if my friend wanted nothing to do with me, I had to save him.

He smiled. “It was like feeding candy to a baby. I gave them a complete rundown of the history of the mall.”

Chelsea chuckled. “Matt, that was awesome.”

Connie peeked over her shoulder. “Regina’s mother was perversely attracted to Matt. She smiled and laughed at everything he said. Her husband turned red as an apple.”

We burst into laughter.

Rocco rolled to a stop in my grandparents driveway.

Chelsea caressed my cheek. “We’ll be right up the street tonight. Don’t eat their food.”

“I’ll only eat bread if they have it.”

“Good. We’re all hanging at the theater in Alpharetta afterwards.”

I pressed my lips against hers. “I can’t wait, Chelse.”

SITTING ACROSS THEtable from crazy Regina grated on my nerves. I couldn’t stand being in her presence. Sheasked me for two weeks straight if I’d have dinner with her family. She insisted we were meant to be together, based on how cute we were together. What the fuck? Regina was attractive but her crazy persona made her unattractive.

I straightened my red tie a few times.

“Tate, relax,” Chelsea said in the earbud.

I knew her and the geek squad got a kick out of this shit show.

“Mr. and Mrs. Bright, you have a lovely home.

His smile widened. “Thank you. I understand you and our little girl make quite the couple.”

My lips twisted. “I’m sorry. We aren’t a couple. We’re friends.”

My brows wrinkled as I brought the fork full of peas to my lips.

I peeked across the table. “Regina, everything ok?”

She scratched at her arms. “Fine,” she babbled. Drool hung from her lip.

My fork clinked against my plate. It took every muscle in my face to hold back the laughter.

“Regina,” Mrs. Bright hopped to her feet, ushering her daughter out of the room.

“Excuse us.” I rose as they vacated the dining room.

“I hope she will be ok.”

“Tate, I am so sorry about dinner. I’m sure Regina will be ok,” Mr. Bright stated.

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