Page 77 of Cinderella Screwed Me Over
“I did. Darby and Janet didn’t move in until Janet and my dad got married. I was fourteen.”
“Oh. I knew Janet was your stepmom. I guess I didn’t realize Darby was your stepsister. You two are so close.”
“It wasn’t always that way. I thought Drew and Devin hated me. I didn’t realize that’s just how brothers are.” I picked up a fry, swiped it through the puddle of ketchup, and tossed it in my mouth. “I never would’ve survived high school without them, though.”
“Darby learned to be tough by the end of her time on the ranch,” Drew said. “She actually turned into a pretty good cowgirl.”
“Aw, thanks.” I took a sip of my drink and turned my attention back on Lisa. “Drew tells me you’re a veterinarian.”
She tucked her red hair behind an ear. “I specialize in dogs and cats. I haven’t seen horses or cows since vet school.”
Most of the girls Drew dated couldn’t handle the farm. It never made any sense to me. They didn’t want to be there but freaked out when he dumped them, even though being with him would mean being on the farm. Sitting here, I started to wonder if Drew was actually going to break his pattern.
Great. If Drew falls in love and does the wedding thing, I’m going to have no one to hang out with. Or live with.
Lisa kissed Drew’s cheek. “Excuse me, honey. I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”
Drew moved out of her way, then watched her walk away, a goofy grin on his face.
“Traitor,” I said.
He grinned at me. “I told you she was great.”
…
Monday after he got off work, Jake came over, even though he’d spent most of yesterday evening at my place as well. I’m pretty anti-let-me-cook-and-serve-you when it comes to men, but Jake had cooked for me twice—three times if you count the brownies. So I’d made him Sunday dinner, going so far as to set my table with candles and buy a good bottle of wine. It felt like a big step, and for me, it was. I was preparing meals and making plans that revolved around his schedule. We talked about my job, and options for my career if things at work continued going badly. And instead of pushing him away because of that, I just went with it. Mostly because I was so damn happy around him I couldn’t help myself.
We ate the leftovers and settled onto the couch to watch a movie. I scrolled through the selection on my TV, enjoying being tucked next to him. “How about this one?”
His eyebrows lowered. “It looks…awful. The guy in it bugs me.”
“He’s funny.”
“Go down two more. I remember thinking that one sounded good.”
I clicked down to the movie he wanted and hit the info button. I started reading about the true-life events of two brave men in World War I. And then my mind shut down. “I can’t even read what it’s about without getting bored. After my day today, I need something funny. And this one,” I said, scrolling back up to my original choice, “will be funny.” I stuck out my lower lip. “Are you telling me that you won’t watch it with me?”
“Don’t,” Jake said, the corners of his mouth twitching from fighting a smile. “That’s not fair.”
I worked at looking even sadder. “All I want is to sit back with a funny movie, and even after I watched baseball with you, you’re going to make me see it all alone?” I leaned in and kissed his neck. “Come on. You know you want to watch it with me.”
Jake laughed. “You think you can just pout and get your way?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Fine. We’ll watch your stupid movie.”
I grinned at him. “Oh, okay. If you insist.” I bought the comedy and settled in next to Jake, happy to have a simple night at home to relax and watch a movie with my really cute…whatever he was.
Shortly after the movie got going, my eyelids felt heavy—I’d stayed up too late with Jake last night and it was catching up with me. I blinked a couple times, and with each blink it took a little longer to keep my eyes open. I rested my head on Jake’s shoulder, thinking I’d just close my eyes for a minute.
When I awoke, the credits were rolling up my TV screen, accompanied by an obnoxious wannabe rap song. Apparently, my minute had turned into two hours.
“You know how you pouted to get your way?” Jake asked.
“Nope,” I said with a smile. “I don’t remember that at all.”
“Then you fell asleep, leaving me to watch this stupid movie by myself. I kept eyeing the remote on the coffee table, wanting to turn it off and watch something else, but I didn’t want to wake you up.”
