Page 33 of You're All I Need

“Yeah, party pooper,” Christian repeats.

Jack just shakes his head and reaches for his son. “Thanks, man,” he mutters, earning a big grin from me.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“I’m going to head out too. I want to take a little nap before I go play Bingo at the community center,” Gram announces.

I get up and help her down the stairs, preparing to walk her out to her car while I wait for the next game Joshua plays. We all walk out together, leaving the douchebag behind to watch our seats. When we hit the sidewalk, I spot Gram’s Lincoln Town Car parked in one of the handicap spots in front.

“Thanks for coming, Gram,” Scarlet says, kissing our grandma on the cheek before helping her slide into the front seat of the car.

“I wouldn’t miss it. See you Saturday, love,” she replies, turning her attention to Jack, Stevie, Gianna, and Christian. “Good to see you all. Come over to Gram’s house soon. We’ll have pizza.”

“I love pizza!” Christian hollers with excitement.

“Then it’s a date,” Gram informs him. To Adrienne, she adds, “It was wonderful to meet you, dear. I hope to see you Saturday at the wedding.”

Adrienne clears her throat. “Lovely to meet you too.” She doesn’t say anything about the possibility of seeing her at the wedding.

“Drive safely,” I tell her, crouching beside her open door after she takes a seat and fires up her car.

She reaches over and places her hand against my cheek. “Bring her. I mean it.”

Unable to hide my smile, I reply, “I’ll think about it.” Leaning in, I press a kiss to her cheek and add, “See you soon, Gram.”

“Love you, my boy.”

She slowly backs out and drives off, so I turn my attention to Jack, Stevie, and the kids. We say our goodbyes, while Scarlet returns to the gym.

“So, you need a fake girlfriend to make your ex jealous, huh?” Adrienne asks when we’re the only two left.

“Well, not quite like that, no.”

“So, you don’t want me to go with you?”

“Do you want to go?”

“I like dancing,” she says, stepping forward and invading my personal space. “Verticalandhorizontal.”

My dick reacts instantly. “Hmm, I do enjoy both vertical and horizontal dancing myself.”

“Then it’s a date,” she insists, grinning from ear to ear.

“Which part? The vertical or the horizontal?”

She shrugs and takes a step back. “Well, I am available Saturday night, and I just might be available later for the other.”

Blood is swooshing through my veins. “The tournament should be done by seven.”

She starts walking backward. “See you later, cowboy.”

“You bet your ass you will, sugar.”

I watch the sway of her hips as she turns and heads to her car, leaving me standing there with a hard-on and an eagernessfor later. I’ve got a few more hours of basketball left to enjoy and then I’ll stop by Adrienne’s.

Basketball and sex.

Two of my favorite things.

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