The Jackpot Screwer: Enemies to Lovers (Love In Dayton Valley Book 2) Page 21
Recently though the ‘no strings sex’ of the last few years had got a little tiring and it had to have been at least six months since I’d done anything except use my hand.
“So, Pop,” Hunter said, as Ellie moved off his knee. “You sure you don’t mind the wedding planner and Ellie’s folks coming here?”
I waved him away. “Nah, it’s fine. Although why Melinda would want to do a kitchen remodel, I have no idea. Nothing wrong with the kitchen she had, if you ask me.”
Ellie laughed as she picked up our coffee cups to leave the den and take them into the kitchen. “You sound just like Dad. He’s done nothing but complain about how much it’s costing him in both the remodel and dinner out as Mom has no place to cook.”
“You see why I let Ellie pick the kitchen in the first place,” Hunter said with a grin. “Now, I know I won’t have to remodel it because it was her choice.”
Ellie smiled a little secretive smile to herself. She knew what I knew—she was a woman and would be bored with that kitchen before their first kid had reached Elementary school.
“What time will she be here anyway?” I asked, strangely feeling a little anxious about the meeting and no idea why. It wasn’t like she was coming to see me.
“Any time now,” Ellie called from the doorway. “She’s moving here from L.A., so she’s been in town finalizing her house purchase.”
“Moving here, from L.A.? Woah that’s one hell of an uproot.” I shook my head wondering why anyone would choose Dayton Valley out of all the towns in the state. I loved the place, but it was my hometown and L.A. it was not.
“Apparently, she’s from around here originally,” Hunter said. “Katherine Hallahan, you know her?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Yeah, and I reckon you know most of the ladies from around and about.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the grin. He was right, I’d had a great time with the ladies.
“Anyone home?”
Melinda pushed through the door flicking her long, glossy dark hair over her shoulder. Henry followed behind carrying a huge casserole dish with a plate of muffins and cookies balanced on top.
“Honey, you could have carried the sweet stuff at least,” he complained. “Hey guys. Hunter, will you take the plate before it falls?”
Hunter took it with one hand and the casserole dish with his other. “I’ll take them through to the kitchen.”
“The casserole is for you guys and the cake and cookies for when the Wedding Planner gets here. It’s all from Darcy,” Melinda offered before dropping onto the couch next to me and kissing my cheek. “You ready for this, big guy, our kids getting hitched?”
“Can’t say I am,” Henry interjected. “She’s my baby and no disrespect, buddy, but he’s your son.”
“Hey, I hear ya,” I replied. “But Hunter isn’t me and I’m not really the me you’ve seen the last couple of years. You know that.”
Henry snorted. “Like you weren’t a dog during high school.”
“Yeah, I heard all about you and Tracee Wickerson.” Melinda raised her brows. “Does our local pig farmer know you banged his daughter under the bleachers?”
“No,” I cried. “And he doesn’t need to. The point is that once I met Sondra, I was done. I loved her and no way would I have done anything to hurt her.”
Melinda took in a deep breath and rubbed my arm. Sondra’s death had hit her hard too. They, with Darcy, were best friends, but even before Darcy started to date Jim, Melinda and Sondra were real tight.
“Okay,” Henry said lightly, breaking the sadness threatening to smother the room. “I vote we quickly do shots before she gets here. The alcohol running through my veins might lighten the damn load of cash she’s going to tell me I’m going to have to hand over.”
“Hey,” I said, pushing up from the sofa. “I told you, we’re going half and half. He’s my son, half those guests will be our friends and family.”
“Whatever, buddy. We’ll sort something out.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll go get us some drinks.”
Before I had a chance, I heard the sound of car wheels on the gravel outside. It sounded like our wedding planner had arrived. The way her tires screeched I guessed she thought she was running late.
“Ellie, Hunter, your lady is here,” I called.
Within seconds, giggling like two little kids, they came bundling into the room.
“Oh my God,” Ellie gushed. “I’m so nervous. What if I hate everything she suggests?”
Hunter stood behind her and massaged her shoulders. “You’re the client. She has to do what you want.”
“I guess so,” she breathed out.
“I’ll go let her in.” Henry said, as he was closest to the door into the hallway which led to the front of the house.
The rest of us stood around, looking at each other, all anxious as if we were meeting the Queen of England, not a wedding planner.
I heard the door open and Henry say hello, followed by the click of heels on the tiles and a sexy rasp of a voice. Whoever she was, she sounded like she ought to be singing in some smoky jazz club.
“So sorry, the damn traffic was an absolute bitch and I thought I was going to be late. I had to give some guy in a brown truck a little encouragement, he was driving so damn slow through the center of town. Oh, hang on can you give me a second, I need to run back to my car for something.” All of it was said in what seemed like one breath, without any response from Henry who entered the room and stared at us, wide-eyed.
“What?” Melinda hissed.
Henry’s brows arched and he waved his hands around which I think meant boobs and curves.
“She’s real familiar too.”
“You think you’ve seen her in a porn movie?” Melinda asked in all seriousness.
“Mom.” Ellie groaned. “She’s a wedding planner, not a porn star.”
“But dad says she has curves,” Melinda protested.
“Doesn’t mean she’s been in a porn movie,” Ellie whispered as we heard heels clicking again.
“I don’t think so, honey,” Henry said, frowning. “I’d have remembered her. Although, it could be the one we watched last week with the woman who masturbated every time she saw a fire fighter.”
“Oh god,” Ellie groaned. “Kill me now.”
“It was quite a good story, actually,” Melinda replied. “Not all porn is bad, sweetheart.”
“Guys,” I warned and cleared my throat as the door into the den pushed open.
A woman with long, lustrous hair in about three shades of brown, stepped inside and I almost fell backward. Henry was right, she had fucking curves to die for. She was a walking, talking hourglass. Her boobs were big, and a fucking amazing cleavage peeked above the V-neck of the tight red jersey dress she was wearing. Her hips flared out from a slim waist, but she had a small curve to her stomach that showed me she wasn’t one of those women who just ate salad. And, when my eyes travelled down to her legs, I had to swallow back a groan of appreciation. They were long and tanned and on her feet were the highest pair of black shoes I’d ever seen.
“Well, well, well,” she said in her hot as fuck voice. “It is you.”
I looked up, finally taking note of the plump red lips, smoky eyes, a perfect little upturned nose and the beauty spot on her right cheek. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head as it suddenly hit me who was standing in my den looking like my wildest wet dream ever.
“Kitty?” I asked, taking a step closer to get a better look. “Kitty Carmichael?”
“Norm’s niece,” Henry cried. “Kitty from high school.” He pointed at me and then back to Kitty. “You two… shit.”
I felt my cheeks heat up, but to her credit Kitty appeared as cool as a winter frost. She had been my first real girlfriend, and when she and her family moved to Florida, when we were fifteen, I’d been heartbroken for about a month; then Sarah Beckett offered me a blow job at
my sixteenth birthday party, so…
The reason my cheeks were burning though was because Kitty had been the girl that I’d lost my cherry to. She’d been hot then with quite a rack for a fifteen-year-old but now she was fucking spectacular. If I recalled correctly, and I knew I damn well did, even then, after our first pretty sketchy attempt at sex the other couple of times before she left town had been awesome. For two fifteen-year-old kids we had one helluv an idea of what to do.
“I guess you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” Kitty said, leaning closer to me. “And yeah, you’re right, I am even better now.”
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