He shrugged.
“I think I like it better when you call me Indiana. No one does that but you.”
“Then I guess I’ll keep calling you Indiana,” he whispered. His lips brushed against mine, and I was almost sucked back into the fog of his kisses when Pie stuck his head out the patio door.
“Oh, my God,” I yelped.
“Yo, the moms are here,” Pie laughed. “And the rest of the guys, but you know we’ve all been waiting for Meg to get here to start cooking again.”
“Yeah, we heard the fog horn go off,” Frost grumbled.
“That’s what it sounded like,” I exclaimed. “It felt like we were suddenly on a dock by the ocean.”
Pie pointed his finger into his chest. “You have me to thank for that. I installed it before they left.”
I stepped back from Frost, and his hand grabbed mine.
“Meg put you up to it?” Frost asked Pie.
; Pie stepped back and pulled open the patio door. “Do you really need to ask that? Of course, she did.”
We walked into the clubhouse, my hand in Frost’s, and back outside the front door.
A huge RV was parked haphazardly in the parking lot, and people milled about all over. Everyone who had been inside the clubhouse had rushed outside to see where the foghorn had come from.
I had seen almost everyone getting off the RV before, but I had never really met them. While I had worked at Sultry Knights, that didn’t mean I was actually more than dancer who actually knew the club members and their ol’ ladies.
There were three people I had never seen before, though. Two women and one guy. I assumed one of the women had to be Frost’s mom.
“Loosen the grip on my hand, darlin’,” Frost whispered in my ear.
“Oh, sorry,” I muttered. I hadn’t even realized I was squeezing him so hard. I loosened my grip and took a deep breath.
“Why are you so nervous?” he laughed.
I turned my head and looked up at him. “Because I’m a stripper at a strip club. Do you really think any mother wants to see their son hold the hand of a stripper?” I blurted. I wasn’t ashamed of my job normally, but right now, I couldn’t find the reason why I shouldn’t be ashamed.
“Indiana. You do realize everyone here lives off the income of the strip club? Do you really think my mom thinks anything bad about strippers when the reason why she has money is because of you shaking your ass?”
I blinked twice. “Well, no. I hadn’t thought about that, Frost. Stop being sensible. I’m in the middle of an internal freak out, and you being rational is throwing me off.”
Frost shook his head and smiled. “Mom is going to love you.”
“Who am I going to love?” a voice called from behind us.
Oh, God.
Oh, wow.
Eek.
I took a deep breath and turned around to face Frost’s mom.
She was beautiful. Her clothes were understated, her mocha-colored hair flowing around her face, and a smile tilting her lips.
Now seeing Frost’s mom, I could tell he was the perfect mix of both his parents.