Page 105 of Recon Rendezvous

“Matching what?”

“Matching cars,” he says, as if I'm being silly. “Well, they don't have to be the same car, but we can get the same color maybe? Or is that corny?”

Incredulity fits tight over my face. “Xander, we’ve barely started this relationship and now we need matching family cars?”

“London, we've been together for months. We started the new year together.”

“We did? So that means, what… we've been together for almost six months?”

“Yep, and every day has flown by, hasn't it? That’s what happens when you’re happy and falling in love.”

I laugh. “You can’t be all sweet and then drop that we're in a relationship and give us an anniversary date, when technically it was my birthday present to myself and we just—”

“Fucked in the bathroom?”

“Why do you have to say it like that?” I ask, biting my lip.

“Because you get this look in your eyes.” He flashes me that panty dropping grin. “Like you’re remembering every deep stroke, my every lick and suck of that sweet pussy.”

Huffing because he’s right, I return to the sheets, flipping through the stack, taking in each model and reading over the specs. Picking out the three I like. Yes, three. Shopping of any kind is my greatest thrill and who am I to deny him what he wants.

“I really like the boxier trucks. I love the lines of this one and it has great safety features.”

He looks over as we come to a four-way stop. “Those are nice. I usually like classic black, white, or silver, but I feel like this one will look good in red.”

It's not until we turn onto a familiar street that my attention is pulled from our silly discussion, and I sit up quickly.

“Xander, where are we going?”

He pulls up to park at the curb and kills the engine. I know this house very well, but I am shocked beyond belief that he not only knows where it is but didn't need navigation to get here.

Unbuckling his seat belt, he leans across the console and kisses me on the cheek, lingering a bit to lick my neck.

“Come on, babycakes, it's time for brunch.”

Stunned, I stare at him, all wide eyed and open mouthed. Taking pity on me, he offers me another soft kiss before he climbs out of the truck. And like the perfect man he is, he comes to my side, opens the door, unbuckles my seat belt, and helps me down from the truck. Inhaling a calming breath, I meet hisgaze and the warmth and adoration there soothes that last of my nerves away.

“You're nervous,” he says, and it’s not a question but an observation. Running sure hands through my hair, he straightens my necklace, before gently caressing my cheek, and I don’t try to stop myself from leaning into his touch. I love how he cares for me.

“Just a little, well maybe not nervous, just surprised. I hadn't thought about you meeting my parents and I never thought that you would initiate it.”

“I take what I want. And I want you and everything that comes with that. Now, let’s go hang out with Mom and Dad.” Dropping a kiss to my nose, he opens the rear door, collecting a bag before taking my hand and leading me to the house, where I can see the curtains moving.

“We've been spotted,” I murmur.

Stepping on the porch, the door flies open before I can even reach a hand out to turn the knob. And just like that, my parents are standing on the other side of the entryway with huge smiles on their faces.

“There's my little girl,” my dad says, as we step in. Never letting go of Xander’s hand, I embrace him and then my mom.

“Mom, Dad, this is Alexander. Xander, these are my parents Edna and Gerald.”

Holding my breath, I watch Xander step forward, all that confidence oozing off him as he shakes both of their hands.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cameron. Thank you for having me in your home. We’ll get more into it later, but I want to also thank you for raising this beautiful woman. I'm sure you already know, she's utterly arresting.”

Mom’s hand comes to her chest, and Dad smiles and says, “She sure is. You're welcome. And it’s Edna and Gerald.”

I’d laugh at Xan’s audacity, but I’m too busy preening under his warm gaze before he reaches into the bag he set at our feet.

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