“Uh...because we got drunk and married in Vegas?”
“So? You got married for a reason. You owe it to yourselves to try.”
I sigh. “Regardless of whether or not anything happens with Drew, getting our marriage annulled is the right thing to do. Besides, my mother would kill me if I got married without her present. She was pissed enough when I told her that I didn’t want to get married in a church.”
Mama P rolls her eyes. “Your mamma will be fine. When all is said and done, she just wants her children to be happy. Even my boys, as stupido as they are sometimes, I love them and wish them much happiness.”
I chuckle. Her sons truly are idiots more often than not. I should know; one of them works in my kitchen and the other three wait tables.
“I guess you’re right.”
She tsks. “Of course I’m right. Let me ask you this. What’s the harm in spending more time with Drew and seeing if something’s there? Something more than physical.”
I already know there is. The question is, how much more? “We’d have to keep it quiet.”
“So be it.” She shrugs. “For the record, I don’t think you should hide, but I understand not wanting to rock the boat.”
“I don’t know if he’ll go for it. He’s having a really hard time lying to Brody.”
“If he doesn’t go for it, he’s dumber than my boys. But for what it’s worth, I think he’s going to jump at the opportunity. You’re worth it, Carlotta.”
I pull her frail body into a hug. “Thank you, Mrs. P.”
She pats my back. “Anytime, dear.” She straightens up and smacks her hands together. “Now, let’s get to work. This dough isn’t going to press itself.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
DREW
My mind has been going fucking crazy since Charlee texted me earlier asking if she could drop by the station to talk. Of course, the first thing I thought about was dragging her to my bunk which goes against the whole not having sex plan. So instead, I’m meeting her out front where at all times we’ll have the possibility of witnesses. Speaking of my hot wife, my phone just beeped with an incoming text from her.
Charlee: I just parked.
Me: Be right out.
“I’ll be out in the bay if you guys need me. Charlee needs to talk to me real quick.”
“Just keep your splooge away from my turnouts,” Warren quips.
“Tell the missus I said hello,” Todd adds.
I shake my head. “Real funny, assholes.”
I open one of the garage doors and wait as it rolls to a stop. I shield my eyes when the sun reflects off the truck straight into my eyeballs. Once the spots have cleared, I get a beautiful glimpse of Charlee’s tanned, toned legs walking toward me.
She smiles. “Hey there, Big Guy.”
I fight the urge to pull her into my arms. “Hey there, Tiny Dancer.”
Charlee waves her hand between the two engines parked in the bay. “I’ve always wanted to ride in one of these things.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Well, mainly I just wanted to play with the lights and sirens.” She eyes the firehose attached to the side of the truck. “And maybe that big hose.”
“The hose, huh?” I wink. “You wanna hold it?”
Charlee laughs. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”