Page 74 of Switchin' Lanes
“Not possible. Anyone who has ever met you, loves you.”
“Not true.”
“Who doesn’t love you?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Carmine.”
“She doesn’t fuckin’ count!”
“When I get along with most of the other cut bunnies, then yes, she does count.” I stick my tongue out at him.
“Put that thing away,” he warns.
Before I can respond, the front door opens. My heart races. I’ve never worried so much about meeting a guy’s mom before. Maybe because I never felt for them what I feel for Diesel and Hollywood. I’ve met Hollywood’s parents once when we were younger. They weren’t the friendliest people. I walk into the living room at the same time D, Krissy, and Mila do.
“Eek! Finally!” Mila rushes to me, throwing her arms around me. I can’t help but laugh. We’ve been texting almost every day for about a month now, both of us looking forward to this moment.
“I’m so glad y’all are here! How was your flight,” I ask.
“Boring!” Mila fakes a yawn.
“Mila, quit hogging her!” Krissy chastises her, making me laugh again. “Come here, sweetie. Let me get a look at you.”
Mila moves to the side and Krissy opens her arms to me. I walk to her, giving her a hug.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Krissy says. She glances over my shoulder. “Oh, and you must be Hollywood.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Give me a hug!”
He chuckles but complies. Mila pulls me to the side.
“Have you taken a test yet?” She whispers.
I nod.
“And?”
I smirk at her. “Don’t say anything yet. I have an appointment to confirm it tomorrow.”
“Please take me with you,” she begs.
“Having you there would be wonderful.” I smile.
