It was a good thing I’d told Spencer to join us at the club next Sunday. I had a feeling that spending more time with Meredith wasn’t going to take my mind off her.
On the contrary.
Chapter Eleven
Cade
"Cade, you’re here," her mother exclaimed when I got out of the car. "Let me take a look at you. It’s been so long."
"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Porter." I gently shook her hand. Meredith watched with warm eyes. "And you, Meredith."
I looked directly at her and instantly realized this wasn't my best idea. Being with her around her parents was going to be torture. I needed to kiss and touch and devour her. What the hell had I been thinking?
Mr. Porter walked out of the house too. "Son, it's good to see you. I’ve been reading up on Whitley Industries. You’ve done well. Your brothers too."
"We’re doing our best."
"Well, it’s nice of you to come help us," Mrs. Porter said, now looking eagerly at Meredith. "I can't believe you convinced this young man to spend his Sunday evening helping us unpack and move things around."
"He offered," Meredith said in her trademark sexy voice.
I wanted to pin her against that wall and kiss her for the whole city to see.
Damn it. Rein it in, Cade. There's a time and place for that, and it's not here.
"Hm," Mrs. Porter said. "Come on inside the house. We already made some good headway.”
"You’ve sold your old house?" I asked. I only vaguely remembered it, but I did know it was much bigger than this. This was a bungalow.
"Yes. We had to downsize," Mrs. Porter said, and I instantly realized she didn't want to talk about it. She turned to Meredith. "Our girl here was very kind and helped us find our footing."
"Of course, Mom. Now come on. Let's get to unpacking the rest of the things or we'll never be done."
As Mr. and Mrs. Porter went deeper inside the room, Mrs. Porter said, "We can work on the boxes in the living room. You two can work on the ones in the kitchen."
Yes! Fuck yes!I'd take some time alone with Meredith anywhere, even just in the next room.