She pulls away and groans loudly when she looks down at her phone. “It’s my mom wondering where I am.”
I adjust my hard-on and clear my throat. “Well, don’t tell her I’m about to do you in the car.”
She snorts. “Right? That would go over so well.”
“I thought so,” I say with a wink before I get out of the car. When the cold air hits me, I’m pretty sure my cock shrivels up into itself. Not a pleasant feeling. I walk around the car and open her door before grabbing her bag out of her lap.
“I can carry that,” she says as she takes my hand and I help her out.
“So your mom thinks I’m not a gentleman? Please,” I tsk at her before walking around to the trunk to get the rest of our bags.
When we get to the sidewalk, she lets go of my hand to look at her phone. I wonder if she did it because she doesn’t want to hold my hand in front of her mom. That doesn’t seem right, though. She sat in my lap and kissed my face in front of my parents. She has no problem with PDA. I should let it go; it shouldn’t bother me.
But it does.
“So, you don’t want to hold my hand?”
She side-eyes me. “I’m typing.”
“Or you’re nervous.”
“That too.”
I can see it all over her face. “You don’t have to be.”
“But I am.”
I switch her bag to my other hand and wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her in close. I kiss her jaw and then her nose before her lips. “I got you.”
She smiles, a true, sweet smile as she gazes up at me. I let go of her to grab the other bag since my hand is about to give out. “If my brother kills you, just know I love you.”
Oh shit.
Oh no. No, no, no. She thinks Ryan doesn’t know because I forgot to tell her otherwise. Before I can say anything, the door opens, and Mrs. Justice is there. “You’re home,” she gushes before she wraps her arms around Amelia, pulling her in close. Mrs. Justice has always loved hard. It’s apparent when I see her with her children. Reminds me of my mom. Her chin is deep in Amelia’s shoulder, but then her eyes land on me.
“Chandler, wow, what a surprise!” she says before kissing Amelia and then letting her go. She looks between me and Amelia, her brows furrowing before she wraps me up in a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Hope that’s okay,” I say, hugging her tightly.
“It’s more than okay,” she says quickly before letting me go and grabbing Amelia’s hand. “I’m so glad to have you. I’ll run up and make up the other room. Is your family not in town?”
Amelia is biting her lip as she holds her mom’s hand. An awkward silence falls over us as Mrs. Justice waits for my answer, but I don’t know what to say. Amelia reaches over, taking my hand in her other one.
Mrs. Justice’s brows rise as Amelia says, “Actually, he’s here with me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Amelia says more confidently than I know she feels. She looks terrified. “We’re together.”
I swear it’s in slow motion the way Mrs. Justice’s face changes from confused to happy. She’s practically beaming as she says, “That’s wonderful! I knew something was going to happen!”
“You did?” Amelia asks, her face filling with color. “How did you and I didn’t?”
“Because you were trying to ignore the fireworks, but I saw them clear as day.”
Amelia gives me a sneaky grin, and my heart does flips in my chest. “Did you see them?”
I nod. “Yup, the moment I saw you again for the first time.”
Amelia sighs deeply as Mrs. Justice cups my jaw. “I just adore him. Now, come on. It’s cold as hell. Let’s get inside.”
“Mom, you’re cool?”
Mrs. Justice looks back and shrugs. “Yeah, why?”
“I’m with Chandler, only a year after my divorce from Drew.”
I give Amelia an annoyed look. “Are you sure you’re okay with us?”
“Yes. Hush!”
Her mom laughs before touching Amelia’s shoulder. “Are you happy?”
“Yes.”
“Then I am. Now, come in.”
As she ushers us inside, Amelia looks up at me, and I wink. “Told ya.”
“I guess you are just so amazing.”
“I am,” I say, kissing her temple.
Just as the front door shuts, Ryan’s booming voice fills the hall.
“There she is.”
Amelia’s eyes go wide, her smile drops, and she looks down the hall in complete horror. She quickly looks back at me, and I think she might push me back out the front door. She whips her head to him and chokes out, “Ryan?”
“Hey!” he says, walking up and wrapping his arms around her. There are tears in his eyes as he picks her up, shaking her in a loving, brotherly way. I know they’ve missed each other. While I know she is freaking out because I’m here and she thinks her brother might kill me, she holds her brother tightly.