Page 80 of One Bad Idea
Chapter 30
Cassidy was laughing. "A nice young man? Seriously?"
I nodded. "Swear to God."
I'd been home from work for only twenty minutes, and I'd spent most of those minutes griping about my crappy day at the office.
On the sofa, Cassidy was still laughing. "Oh, my God, I can't even imagine."
"Can't imagine what?" I asked.
"Jaden being niceoryoung. He's one of the most jaded people I've ever met."
"Yeah, well, according to Darla,I'meven worse." I kicked off my shoes and sank deeper into the armchair. "Can you believe, she called me a snot?"
Cassidy snickered. "No."
I gave her a look. "What doesthatmean?"
"Nothing," she said. "But you've got to admit, youwerepretty snotty when you met her."
"Well yeah," I said. "But she totally had it coming. And now, she's acting likeI'mthe crazy one, when it's so obvious that Jaden is ten times crazier than I could ever be."
Cassidy leaned forward. "Hey, if you ever want to make himreallycrazy, you know what you should do?"
"What?"
"Mention marriage."
"What do you mean?"
As I listened, Cassidy went on to tell me a little more about the night she'd met both brothers for the first time. They'd been wearing tuxes, and she'd assumed they were on their way to a wedding.
But it wasn't until Cassidy had mentioned the possibility of it beingJaden'swedding that she'd gotten a real rise out of him.
Now, sitting on the sofa, she did a fairly decent imitation of him, saying, "Marriage? Me? God, no." She laughed and continued in her own voice. "Or however he put it. I'm just saying, he wassohorrified, like I suggested he have sex with a donkey or something."
I frowned.Well, that was an image I didn't need.
Still, I saw what she meant. "You want to hear somethingreallyhorrifying?" I said. "Think of the poor gal whodoesend up with him." I gave a little shudder. "I can't even imagine."
And yet, Icouldimagine other things, like the honeymoon. To my extreme annoyance, the thought induced a shiver of a different kind, a warm shiver that went all the way to my toes.
I tried not to think about it.
On the sofa, Cassidy was saying, "It's a good thing he's so against it then."
"Yeah. No kidding." But the topicdidremind me of something. "Hey, a question… Is Darla their mom?"
Cassidy's brow wrinkled in confusion. "No. Why do you ask?"
"Because, get this, Darla called both of them 'her boys.'"
But already, Cassidy was shaking her head. "No. Theycan'tbe related."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because Jax and Morgan were a thing."
