Casey groans. “Dad and I almost died!”
My stomach drops when silence fills the car.
The weight of the world is crashing down on me.
I look back at Casey though and try to give him a smile as I grab his knee and give it a small squeeze.
“I won’t make fish, I promise,” I say with fake cheerfulness.
“I can’t even go to Red Lobster anymore because of you,” Casey says back with a sad smile.
His dad said the same thing to me every time I mentioned cooking around him.
“How… How about HotStop Wings?” Bree suggests.
Poor Bree, she doesn’t know what she just did.
“Who’s buying?” I ask with a real chuckle.
“You should buy since you’re the one who asked me to come back.” She looks between the two of us. “Why are you guys smiling like that?”
“She’s never seen a growing boy eat hot wings, has she?” Casey begins to laugh.
“Remember, we probably need to wear bibs,” I say and wink at Casey.
“That’s what the to-go bag is for. You just rip it a bit and tuck it down your shirt to catch the droppings,” he says.
“Genius,” I say, grinning at him.
“You guys are worrying me,” Bree says with a giggle.
“You’re just lucky it’s me buying. I don’t think you could afford the two of us. We have, lets say, large appetites,” I say as I grab her hand again and pull her toward me.
“I’m starting to think that after seeing how much you two ate at breakfast.”
She leans into me, and she must be more comfortable with me in front of Casey now because she doesn’t get upset when I give her a quick kiss on the lips.
I let her hop out of the Jeep without stopping her, and Casey takes her place. He elbows me in the shoulder when I don’t stop watching her sexy ass walk all the way to the front door.
Damn, running shorts look good as fuck on that ass of hers. It swishes and jiggles in the perfect way.
“Dude, you’re drooling,” Casey says.
“Just making sure she gets into the house,” I say and look at him. “When you start dating, you always wait until they make it into the house before you leave. And if it’s dark, you walk her to the door. It’s a safety thing.”
“Doesn’t that seem kind of creepy? You watching them walk up their driveway or whatever?” he asks, and takes a quick look to make sure Bree got in.
“No, and if a guy doesn’t think of his girl’s safety first, he doesn’t deserve her,” I say as I put the jeep into drive. “Oh, and never honk at a girl’s house, expecting her to come out. That’s just douchey. She isn’t a dog that responds to whistles.”
Chapter Fourteen
Emmett
My phone starts to blow up again as soon as I turn it on in the gym’s parking lot. And by blow up, I mean texts, emails, and phone calls coming in one right after the other.
Fuck, what the hell is going on now?
I don’t have time for shit like this, not one fucking bit. I need to get focused on training and taking care of Bree and Casey.