Bed of Roses (Bride Quartet #2)(48)

"Is it?"

"Your family's probably part of the reason you're appealing, but I meant they're all . . . great," he decided for lack of better. "They're great."

"I'm lucky. Of the four-well, six of us counting you and Del-I'm the only one with the whole shot. The Browns were amazing. You didn't know them very well, but I grew up here almost as much as at home. And they were amazing. It was devastating for all of us when they died."

"Del was wrecked. I liked them a lot. They were fun, interesting people. Involved people. Losing your parents so suddenly, both of them, out of the blue, it has to be the worst. Divorce is hard on a kid, but . . ."

"It is hard. It was tough on Mac when we were little, then it happened again. And again. For Laurel I think it came out of nowhere. She was a teenager, and suddenly her parents are splitting up and then they're not, then they're whatever they are. She hardly ever sees them. It couldn't have been easy for you, either."

"It was rough, but it could've been a lot rougher." He shrugged and ate. It wasn't something he liked to dwell on. Why dwell on something painful that couldn't be changed? "Both my parents made a real effort not to play tug-of-war with me, and they managed to keep it civilized. Eventually, they figured out how to be friendly."

"They're both nice people, and they both love you. It makes a difference."

"We do okay." And he'd learned "okay" sometimes had to be good enough. "Plus I think we do better with the distance. My mother has her second family, my father his." His tone was a shrug, despite the fact he'd never reconciled himself to the ease with which they'd gone their separate ways, made their separate lives. "It got smoother all around when I went off to college. Smoother yet when I decided to move here."

He studied her as he drank some wine. "Your family, on the other hand, is like one of those rubber band balls you make, all twisted together into a solid core." He considered for a moment. "Are you going to tell them about this?"



       
         
       
        

She blinked. "Ah. I don't know. If they ask me, but I don't know why any of them would."

"Could be sticky."

"They like you. And they know I've had sex. They might be surprised. I mean, I'm surprised. But I don't see anyone having a problem with it."

"Good. That's good."

"The girls are fine with it."

"The girls?" Those smoky eyes widened. "You told the others we were going to sleep together?"

"We're girls, Jack," she said dryly.

"Right."

"Plus I thought, before, that you and Mac had been together."

"Whoa."

"Well, I thought you had, so I had to say something to her because of the Rule, and by the time we got that straightened out, everybody knew I was thinking about you and sex in the same sentence."

"I never slept with Mac."

"I know that now. I didn't, however, know you kissed Parker."

"That was a long time ago. And it wasn't really . . . Okay, it was, but it didn't work." He dug out more pork.

"And you kissed Mrs. G. You man-slut."

"Now that might've worked. I don't think we gave it enough time."

She grinned at him, poked at some chicken. "What does Del think?"

"About me kissing Mrs. Grady?"

"No. You and me. This."

"I don't know. I'm not a girl."

She paused with the glass halfway to her lips. "You haven't talked to him about it? He's your best friend."

"My best friend is going to want to kick my ass for thinking about touching you, much less doing what we just did upstairs."

"He, too, knows I've had sex."

"I'm not sure that's true. He puts that in another dimension. The other-dimension Emma has sex." Jack shook his head. "You, not so much."

"If we're going to be together in bed, I'm not going to treat it like some illicit affair. He'll find out. You'd better say something to him before he does. Because if you don't, and he does, he will kick your ass."

"I'll figure it out. There's just one more thing, since we're on all this. Since we're together like this, I'd like to know that we're not together with anyone else like this. Is that a problem?"

She sipped her wine wondering why he'd have to ask. "Blood oath or pinky swear?" When he laughed, she took another sip. "If I'm sleeping with a man, I don't see anyone else. It's not only rude and against my principles, but it's too much trouble."