Page 116 of Drive
“What a fucking day,” he repeated, and I let out a chuckle.
“How did it go?”
“I think my editor will be happy.” I looked back to see a limousine pull up right behind me. My shameless family spilled out the door of the large club with inquiring faces. My twin cousins, Noel and Noah, attacked Reid the second he stepped out of the car.
I couldn’t help my grin. “Hope you’re happy,asshole,” I said in a whisper, which Nate heard.
“Stella, I know I’ve been working a lot and it’s getting in the way of us, but I promise I won’t let it go on much longer.”
“No, babe, I wasn’t referring to you. I was talking about . . . Paige. Her wedding is a circus.”
“Stella,” he warned. “She may be doing this for you someday.”
“Well, I’m sure as hell not going to let her get off easy. And I’ll make damn sureshehas to make three a.m. trips to Wal-Mart for a week to see if they got more cheap plastic bubble wands.”
“Play nice, and then come get dirty with me,” he said. “I can still taste you.”
“Deal,” I said as I watched the mob swarm Reid. It was his worst nightmare, but oddly, he seemed comfortable enough with them as he signed my Aunt Vesta’s purse.Shameless.
“Deal, huh? That’s all I get? You okay?”
No.
“Yes,” I said out of breath as I grabbed a few boxes out of my trunk. Reid spotted me struggling from the front door and came my way, holding his hands up to my cousins to let them know he would be back.
“You need help?” he asked as he stood at my trunk.
“Babe,” I spoke to Nate in an attempt to wave Reid away, “I have to go. I have my arms full.”
“He doesn’t know about me,” Reid said with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Nate spoke as heat flashed through my face. “Okay, see you later. Wake me up,” he said with a sexy lift in his voice.
“Can you?” I asked Reid, my head locked between my cheek and shoulder.
Reid raised a brow. “Hang up on your boyfriend?Gladly.” He took the phone and pressed end, then stuck it in my purse before taking the boxes from my hand.
“You better pray he hung up first. If I have to explain that later, you’re a dead man.”
“I can give you my room number,” he whispered in my ear, making me jump, “if that will make it easier for you to find me.”
“That’s just tacky,” I said as I grabbed three lead bags full of embroidered crap. “I’m not your groupie, Crowne.”
“No,” he said softly. “You’re not.”
My mother spotted us from the entrance and rushed our way. Reid smiled as she approached in a glittery black dress suited for a Diana Ross concert. “Looks like I finally get to meet the parents.”
“Mija! I’m so happy you’re here. Finally!” She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Your sister is driving me crazy!”
“I live in the same city, Mom. Be thankful you get to go back to Dallas.”
Reid smiled down at her, my mother a full foot shorter than him. He was noting the similarities. I had to admit the older I got, the more alike we looked. However, while I was trying to work on my subtlety, my mother was set in her ways. She scrutinized Reid. “Who are you?”
“I’m Reid,” he said with an apprehensive smile. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Emerson.” He easily handled the boxes to offer his hand, which she frowned at.
“Where is Nate?”
I couldn’t help my smile. My parents adored Nate and rock star status meant shit to my mother. Still, I had to scorn her. “Momma, don’t be rude, this is one of Paige’s old friends.”
