Page 39 of Ask for Moore

My dad’s snort of disbelief cut her off. “Sure, you didn’t.”

“But I am so thrilled to finally meet you,” she continued, pretending he hadn’t said anything.

“Finally?” Waverly echoed, rubbing at her brow.

“It’s just that you’ve been in town for weeks already. I can’t believe we haven’t bumped into you yet,” my mom explained.

“Ah, I see.” Some of the tension left Waverly’s body. “You do have a point there. I swear I’ve bumped into at least half a dozen Moores around town while I’ve been here. Two of them on my very first day.”

“Really? Who?” My mom giggled when Waverly told her about her first trip to Leaves & Pages. Then she announced, “I’m parched. Would anyone else like a drink?”

Without waiting for an answer—or giving me the chance to suggest that my dad take her somewhere to buy a drink—she marched into my kitchen. My dad sighed and flashed me an apologetic smile before following her.

Waverly widened her eyes and mumbled, “What just happened?”

“My mom is what happened.” I brushed my lips over hers. “Sorry, she means well, but she can be a bit of a handful at times.”

“Do you want coffee or should I whip up a batch of hot chocolate?” my mom called from the kitchen. “It’s a little cold out there for early March.”

Waverly sent me a horrified look. “They’re not leaving anytime soon so we can get back to what we were doing, are they?”

“Nope.” I shook my head. “We’ll be lucky if my mom doesn’t insist on cooking and they only stay for drinks.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I got to come before they showed up.”

“Hey, no fair,” I grumbled, interlacing our fingers. “It took a heroic effort for me to hold off from coming deep in your throat because I wanted to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me when I finally blew. But nope. Instead, I’m gonna have blue balls from how close I was.”

“Shh,” Waverly hissed, slapping her palm over my mouth. “They might hear you.”

I nipped at her fingers and grinned when she pulled her hand away. “Nah, contrary to what my mom says, she doesn’t have bionic hearing.”

“Well, still…no dirty talk while they’re here.”

“Let’s hope that won’t be too much longer then,” I muttered as I led her into the kitchen, where my mom was making herself at home.

She was making a tsk-ing sound as she looked in my fridge. “There’s barely anything in here. Do you want me to do a quick grocery run for you?”

“The boy is thirty-five years old with his own successful law practice. He can feed himself just fine,” my dad insisted.

“Oh, really?” She shut the fridge and shot my dad a superior look. “If that’s the case, what’s your excuse?”

He beamed her a mischievous grin. “I don’t need to worry about stuff like that when I have you to take care of me.”

“I already have groceries coming, Mom,” I interjected, knowing from experience that they could banter back and forth for much longer than I wanted them to be here. “And coffee sounds great. There should be plenty in the pot I made for all of us to have a cup.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m going to make it fresh.” I barely held back my groan when she dumped the perfectly good coffee—which would have gotten them out of my house faster—into the sink and busied herself making a new pot while I took down four mugs.

“Can you get the creamer out of the fridge?” I asked Waverly. “My mom is a wimp and doesn’t take it black like the rest of us.”

“Sure.” Waverly looked relieved to have something to do. “Umm…would you prefer regular creamer or peppermint mocha?”

“Ooh, the peppermint one please.” My mom beamed a smile at me. “If I had known you still had some in your fridge, I would have stolen it last month when I ran out.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to try some of the creamer? The peppermint mocha flavor is delicious, and it’s seasonal so you might not get the chance again anytime soon?” my mom asked once we were all seated around my kitchen table with our coffee in front of us.

“No, thank you.” Waverly lifted her mug with a smile. “I’d take mine as an IV if I could. That’s how much I love coffee. Which is probably a good thing, considering how much the caffeine comes in handy during a big case.”

“I know you’re a lawyer, and you’re in town from Chicago, but which firm are you with?”

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