Page 48 of An Unexpected Everything
The man I told myself I would be weary of loving again raised a brow. “You’re a nerd, of course you did.”
I scowled at him. “Excuse me, I vaguely remember you helping me with some of those flashcards when I was finishing up that night class.”
In addition to my degree I had a few specialty classes that I had taken, one had been while I had been dating Weston the first time.
Weston didn’t look ashamed to be caught in the least. “Color coding is fun. You should see my office.”
“I have,” I said, and blushed because the last time we had been in his office, he had bent me over and fucked me from behind. I could still feel him slowly sliding in and out of me, using my panties as a gag so I wouldn’t scream too loudly as I came.
He met my gaze, and Lance coughed.
“Oh ew,” Sydney said. “You know we could go into that office. Please tell me you haven’t had sex anywhere around here either.” The young woman held up her hands, and my face heated.
Sam leaned forward and handed me my coffee. “Ignore her. She’s just sad because she’s not getting any,” she teased, and Sydney flipped her off.
“Excuse me, I’m not getting any for a reason. I don’t want to date Steve forever. You and Mason though? You guys are totally going to make it.”
“I don’t want to put that much pressure on us. Neither one of us do,” Sam said with the shrug. “But just remember safe sex. I’m not ready to be an auntie,” Sam said solemnly, and I nearly choked on my coffee.
“Do you guys always talk so freely about this?” I asked, then I paused, remembering our dinner conversations around the kitchen island when Mom and Dad hadn’t been around. “You know what, never mind. My siblings are the exact same way.”
“And now you have a million of them,” Sydney put in.
“I do. Well, only eleven.” I paused. “I cannot believe I just saidonlyeleven.”
We dished up our plates, and everything felt so homey, like a family. I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to do with that, but here I was, feeling oddly comfortable.
I had no idea how that had happened. “What finals do you have this week? All of them?” I asked.
Sam and Sydney looked at each other in that twin way, and I had wondered if Hudson and Flynn had that. It was odd to think that there was a set of twins in my family that I hadn’t watched grow up. In fact, I didn’t really see those two interact often. They weren’t usually at the same family dinners, and I had to wonder if there was a reason for that, or just distance.
I had so many questions about the family I hadn’t grown up with, and perhaps moving back down to Denver would let that happen. Although I saw Hudson on a regular basis up here now, I was separated from the others. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Sadly all of them. Plus we already had to take our major testing for college and everything. It’s just weird to take finals and really hope that you pass because you’re already planning on going to a certain college,” Sydney answered.
“Is there anything you’re having trouble with?” I asked
“A couple of things,” Sam answered but my moan interrupted her next statement.
Weston raised a brow and didn’t say anything, and I blushed. “Sorry. Lance. This is the best French toast I’ve ever had. And please don’t tell my sister Emily that. Because she would probably hit me.”
“I’ll just have to give her the recipe when I meet her,” he said with a wink, and I had to frown because I realized Lance was actually two years older than Emily.
My sister had still been in high school the first time Weston and I had dated. The twins, babies. Well, ten years old, but that was still so young. I met Weston’s gaze, and he gave me a soft smile, still quietly eating as he watched his family talk about finals and upcoming projects and what they were going to do once they moved out.
“So are you still going to keep this big house, big brother?” Sydney asked, and I paused as Weston froze.
“Why wouldn’t I? This is home.”
“Yes, but you won’t need it for all of us all the time now. Now you can go and do what you were going to do before. You’re not stuck in Cage Lake if you don’t want to be,” Sydney blurted.
Then she pressed her lips together as Sam elbowed her in the side, and Lance cringed.
Could Weston move? But it wasn’t as if he was on the same track he had been on before. So many years had passed. And he was right, he loved this town. It didn’t matter that I was starting to love it too, my home was in Denver. In the city. But werethe connections and ropes that had pulled him back here slowly leaving? And if so, would he stay?
“Oh, we have a question,” Sam blurted.
I blinked out of my thoughts, wondering why my chest ached. “What is it? How can I help?”
