Page 14 of Personal Foul

“They suit you,” she murmurs.

I watch her grab her keys out of a little pocket on the inside of her shorts by her hip.

“Well, thank you for walking me to my car.”

“My pleasure. See you tonight?”

“Tonight.” She nods. I lean in and kiss her cheek.

“Drive safe,mi reina.” I step back and watch her slide into her car, waiting until she locks the doors before walking over to mine.

“Time to pull out the big guns, Stone.”

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Reagan

I walk down the stairs,and I hear laughter coming from the kitchen, so I head that way. I lean against the doorway and watch my three favorite men; Nick, Dad, and Pops. Nick turns towards me, his eyes lighting up and he heads my way. I hold my arms out for him and he comes right in, squeezing me tight.

“Hey Ma,” he murmurs against my shoulder.

“Hey sweetheart.” I kiss the crown of his head.

He steps back and takes his seat at the kitchen island next to Pops.

“Well, don’t you look like a pretty little thing,” Pops teases, making me roll my eyes.

“Does this mean guy’s night is” —Dad fake gasps in outrage— “actually guy’s night?” All three guys falling into a fit of laughter.

“That would be a first,” Nick teases.

“You think you’re so funny,” I deadpan.

“Where are you going all dressed up?” Pops asks while tossing a grape in his mouth.

I look down at my clothes. “Really, this is dressed up? I’m in jeans and a nice shirt.”

“Ma, it’s after five and you’re in real people clothes. Usually as soon as you get home, you strip into ‘something more comfortable.’” Nick air quotes, making his grandfather and great-grandfather laugh.

“You heading out tonight?” Dad asks.

“Yeah, I’m having dinner with a friend.” I shrug.

Pops perks up. “A guy friend?”

“If you must know, yes.”

“Interesting.” He smirks.

“Whatever,” I mumble, grabbing my purse off the island. “Don’t stay up too late,” I remind Nick before kissing his forehead.

“Ma,” he whines, pulling away.

“Don’t worry, we got him,” Dad says gently, pulling me in for a hug and kissing my head.

“Everything is under control,” Pops reassures me before also giving me a hug and a kiss.

“I won’t be late,” I call over my shoulder, heading out of the kitchen.

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