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Continuing to eat my dinner, I drown them out, tired after a long trip and a lot of hiking. And orgasms.
I squirm in my seat, desperately trying not to think about the sex part. How unbelievable it was to be inside his warm, tight body. Impaling him with my cock.
Goodness, gracious.
What is wrong with me?
Not at the dinner table. In front of mymother.
I shovel more pot roast into my mouth to distract myself.
“Lincoln!” Dad barks, and my wide eyes snap up to his scowling ones.
“Hmm?” I answer, chewing through the mass of food in my mouth, realizing I’m eating too comfortably like I did this weekend. I sit up straighter, fixing my posture.
“Don’t ignore your mother.”
I swallow harshly, nearly choking, my eyes watering.
“I-I wasn’t.”
Mom huffs out an annoyed breath. “I said, we’re hosting a welcome-to-the-neighborhood party for the Michaels. Wednesday at six p.m. If you would please convince Remi to join you here, Richard and Raina have already accepted the invitation.”
Remi will want no part of this, but I do my best to appease them. “I’ll talk to him—”
“No excuses. Make it happen.” Dad cuts me off with his terse words.
It’s what he always says. Just to add another layer of pressure to the situation. And when he’s like that, there’s nothing else to say but, “Yes, sir.”
“You’ll text Remi after dinner and let him know. This is important to our family and to our future, Lincoln.”
“Yes, sir,” I repeat. I’m not sure how a welcome-to-town dinner is so important to our family’s future, but I don’t argue.
I was planning to text Remi after dinner anyway.
I already miss him.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
REMI
After dropping Linc off at his place, I speed home, ready to crash. I’m exhausted after fighting and fucking around all weekend. I let my duffle bag slip through my fingers and fall to the floor inside the front door, if only to piss Lurch off a little more.
All illegal substances are currently stuffed into my backpack, and I trudge upstairs on autopilot. Ready for a shower and bed. I don’t plan to wake up until dinner.
I’m pulled from my nap when my pillow vibrates, startling me. The sun is no longer out, so I’m slightly disoriented as my heart thumps harder, hoping it’s not another bullshit threat from Unknown.
I squint at my phone. It’s six-thirty, and I’m relieved to see it’s a text from Lincoln. A grin automatically tugs at my lips.
Preppy: My parents say they’re having a welcome-to-town dinner for you and your mom on Wednesday.
The three dots appear and disappear several times like he can’t decide what to say.
Preppy: I’m sorry.
This isn’t my ideal Wednesday night. I’ll have to skip training again, and after beating Connor’s ass, I’m dying to get back into the gym. But I’ll do anything for Lincoln.
Me: Don’t worry about it, Linc.
