Page 120 of When You Blush
“I love you, baby sis,” Xander says, kissing my head.
“Yeah, yeah, love, blah, blah.” I grin up at him. “Ditto, X-man. Now, stop being a bully, okay? You can pull that shit on the ice, but not with me or my man. I won’t bake you any more cookies.”
“You don’t pull your punches.” He tugs on my hair the way he always does, and I know that everything isright with him. “You’d better tell the others. And you betternottell Dad over text.”
“I’ll call him.”
“We’ll go see him,” Blake counters and offers his hand for Xander to shake. “And we’ll have you all over for dinner soon.”
“Good luck with that,” Xander says. “Wrangling us all together at once isn’t as easy as it used to be.”
“You did it for the resort,” I remind him.
“No one was going to pass up that little vacation.” Xander laughs and turns to go inside. “Do you need help with anything?”
“Nah, we got it. I don’t have much.”
“Just call if you do.” Xander winks at me, nods at Blake, and disappears inside.
“That went well,” Blake says as we get in his car.
“For sure. No one threw a punch.” I settle back in the seat with a happy sigh. “I’ll send a group text to the rest.”
“We’ll go over and talk to Greg tomorrow,” Blake says.
I turn to look at him and smile. God, he’s pretty. It should be illegal in at least twelve states to look that good. “What aboutyourfamily?”
Blake blinks at that. “Okay, we’ll go to my parents’ house, too, and I’ll text my siblings when we get home.”
I nod, happy with that answer, and reach over to take his hand in mine. He kisses my knuckles, then sets our hands on my thigh, and I squeeze three times.
A grin spreads over his gorgeous face, and he glances my way. “I love you too, baby.”
Unloading the car and getting all my clothes hung in Blake’s enormous closet takes less than an hour.
I guess it’s my closet now, too.
And when I sit on the couch to text the gang, I see I’m late to the party.
Ava: Does Harps have something to share with the freaking class????
Easton: What’s going on? You okay, Harps?
Tucker: Are you in trouble?
Xander: …
Easton: HARPER. What’s going on?
“Why are you biting your lip like that?” Blake asks as he sits next to me on the couch, holding his own phone.
“Xander has a big fucking mouth.”
Blake smirks. “It’s Billie in our family.”
“Are you texting them?” I ask him.
“Already done. They all say hi, you’ve been invited to Sunday dinner at Beckett’s place this week, and Billie will be calling you later.”
