Page 2 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
As soon as I walk up the driveway of my house, turn the door knob and slip in, confetti is blasted over me.
“Welcome home!” my mom shouts.
I blow the shit out of my face and barely have time to react before she wraps her arms around me and crushes me into a hug. The grin on her face is so wide it almost looks painful. Her black hair is in a ponytail, and her blue eyes shine withexcitement. I hug her back because although I try to act hard, I’m a total mama’s boy.
“Hey, mom. I missed you,” I say, breathing in her scent.
It’s lavender, and she smells like home.
She pulls away to look over my body, her brows furrowed in concern.
“Did you get hurt? Are you okay?” she asks.
“I’m good, mom. Not even a scratch on me,” I tell her with a smile.
That’s a lie, but she doesn’t need to know I have a new stab wound on my back. Thankfully it wasn’t life-threatening and has healed very nicely.
She sighs in relief. “I’m so glad you’re back. Where’s your other half?” she questions, making me chuckle.
“Adam already went to see Lisa. He ditched me as soon as he got to town.”
“Oh, that’s nice. If only you had someone to see. You’re back after two years, and the only person you have to see is your mom,” she says, shaking her head.
“Well, my mom’s awesome.”
I kiss her forehead before walking further into our home and dropping down onto the cream-colored sofa. I have no idea why Adam thought walking all the way to the city was a good idea. The SEAL base is on top of a hill. It was a long, tiring walk. He claimed it would be good exercise considering we wouldn’t be working out as much for the next three months. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I plan to work out every day until we get back to work.
“We should throw a party,” my mom says, coming to sit on the couch.
“No,” I immediately protest.
“No?” she asks. “But... it would be so nice. We could call a few people over to the house, and they would get to see you and Adam again. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Nope,” I reply, making her sigh.
I don’t like people. I especially don’t like it when I’m forced to interact with more people than I would like.
“How about a small dinner?”
I stare at her warily. “What would this dinner entail? And who would be invited?” I question.
“The dinner would entail food, silly. And I’ll only invite the Millers.”
“Sounds great. Just Adam and his mom. I can work with that,” I tell her, nodding.
“Actually, Taylor’s back.”
That’s a little surprising. I haven’t seen Taylor Miller in years.
“She is?” I ask.
“Yep, and she brought a boyfriend.”
“Oh great,” I say dryly.
“I know, right? It’s so nice that both of Marilyn’s kids have partners. She’ll be getting grandchildren soon, I’ll bet. Meanwhile, I’m stuck with you.”
“What’s wrong with me?” I ask, offended.
