All Good Things Exposed(46)

"Besides, you're having enough sex for the both of us." She added and my mouth dropped. I was amazed it didn't hit the granite countertop.

"I can't believe you just said that!"

She cocked a grin. "I can't believe you're shocked."

"I'm not having that much sex."

"Oh please," she scoffed. "You're seeing Jace Rush - Sex God, and you're trying to tell me you're not eating, breathing, sleeping sex?"

Okay…well I might be…but she didn't need to know that! "It's none of your business."

"That's what I thought." She licked the knife and threw it in the sink, oblivious to my obvious disgust. "So, are you and Jace serious?"

"Why?"

"I want to know. You're my best friend and I have a right to ask the question."

"I don't know." I answered honestly.

"Well, since he hasn't proposed yet,"

I interrupted her. "What? Why would you say that?" I felt as though my stomach had fallen into my feet - after turning to lead. There was nothing pleasant about the feeling what-so-ever!

"Well, the man practically told me he was never leaving you again."

"When?"

"When I called him to come pick you up from the bar. And again yesterday when he informed me of where you would be spending your nights from here on out." She set her eyes on me. "I have to say, I'm rather surprised you're even here right now."

"He really said that?"

"Yes." She nodded. "It was one of his bargaining chips when I asked…or begged him to come pick you up from the bar before you drank yourself into oblivion."

"One of his bargaining chips? Are there more?"

She nodded. "I had to promise to be supportive of your relationship. No more negative comments from Trisha." She shrugged. "He's really not so bad. He brought my best friend back from the twilight zone."

The twilight zone? The freaking twilight zone! Was she serious? I shook my head. "I can't believe you two. You're ridiculous."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." She passed the loaded sandwich to me from the other side of the island.

"Wow." I took a bite, chewing slowly as my mind worked to digest this new tidbit of information. I could barely wait to see Jace next. Oh, was he going to get a grilling! The conniving little…

Trisha cut my thought short. "My Mom called yesterday. She wants to know if we're still meeting them this December for skiing at the cabin?"

Oh. I didn't know. If I was still with Jace, would he want me to spend the holiday with him? Would he mind if I went alone? Would he want to come? Jeez…we had to have a talk. I didn't know where our relationship stood, but it was already early September. I highly doubted, as rich and powerful as he was, that he could just take a vacation on a whim. We still had three months and I didn't know when would be the appropriate time to broach this subject. He was already possessive over me, and where I spent my nights and it had only been a couple days since we'd gotten back together. I didn't know how he would be if we lasted another three months.

The thought actually hurt my head. This was definitely something I would have to clear up with Jace. Sooner rather then later. I needed my space. I needed the space to make decisions and he needed to understand that. Or we wouldn't work - and I really wanted us to. Because I couldn't imagine returning to the lifeless shell I'd been without him.

"Well, I suppose we are." I said, bringing myself back down to the here and now. "Why wouldn't we?"

"Well, because you have a control freak of a man in your life." Trisha stated simply. "You know he's welcome to come. Mom wants to meet him."

"Seriously, Trisha!" I shook my head in exasperation. I loved Trisha's mom. She was the reason I knew my parents weren't the norm. Whereas my mother couldn't be bothered to hug me or tell me she was proud, Trisha's mom never passed up the chance. Over the course of our friendship, I'd somewhat adopted Trisha's family as my own. But, even though I was more comfortable with them then with my blood family, I never could get through the thought that maybe they felt I was intruding.

Vacationing in British Columbia at the Bauer family cabin for the first two weeks of December was a tradition of sorts. It was where we spent Christmas because God forbid I wasn't home for the Holiday Party my parents threw the week before Christmas. I hated Christmas, but I loved the first two weeks of December. Trisha had vowed we would spend this Christmas together and make it a holiday worth remembering.

"What?" She squealed, feigning innocent confusion. "She asked how you were."

"Well, what did you tell her?"