Page 267 of Hooking Up
Bree giggles through her words. "Oh my God, Mom. Did you just make a sex joke?"
Mom smilesmaybe I did, maybe I didn't, then she's back to her usual all business poker face. "Your generation didn't discover sex."
Bree laughs.
I laugh too. "Feels like it sometimes."
Iris blushes. "I'm sorry, Jen."
Mom beams at Iris calling her by her first name. "It is sweet. But not at the dinner table."
Iris mouthssorry.
Dad chuckles. "Remember that weekend at your parents' place."
Mom turns to him. Her cheeks flush. She leans in to whisper.
Gross. My parents are talking about sex.
She regains her composure. "This is excellent coffee, Walker. Thanks for bringing it over."
"Sure thing," I say.
"Try it therightway." Iris offers her mug again. She raises a browyou okay?
I nod as I accept the cup. My plan for tonight is perfect. But it's getting closer. It's right after we leave. And, fuck, I'm not used to being this nervous.
I sip Iris's coffee. "This is sweeter than the pie." I hand it back.
Her smile spreads over her cheeks. "That's the point."
"Is it?" I ask.
She nods. "Dessert—" she nods to her slice of pumpkin pie, then to her mug—" then more dessert."
Bree laughs. "She's making a lot of sense."
"You always think she's making sense," I say.
"What can I say? Your girlfriend is a smart woman," Bree says.
Iris nodsuh-uh. She isn't paying attention to our conversation. Her gaze is on her cell.
That look can only mean one thing.
Lily replied.
Iris tries to pretend like she's okay waiting until her sister is ready to make up. I guess she isokaywaiting. It's not like she has a choice.
But I can tell it wears on her.
She ceded the holiday to her sister, because she didn't trust her parents to be honest about whether or not she'd be at dinner.
She spent an hour composing aHappy Thanksgivingtext this morning. She's been checking her phone, waiting for a response, all day.
I squeeze her hand. Lean in to whisper. "You okay?"
She nods. "I just need some air." She pulls back. Looks to my family. "Excuse me. Thank you so much for dinner. It was lovely." She grabs her purse and moves to the kitchen, then toward the back door.
