Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

Frost wrapped her up in a hug and squeezed her tight.

I added fifty million points to the tally of why he was an amazing man. He hugged his mom with no care in the world and didn’t worry about who saw it.

“Stop that,” his mom laughed. She pushed Frost back and beamed up at him. “You and your brothers both hugged me like I had been gone for months.”

“Two weeks,” Zig called from behind Frost’s mom.

“Pie almost starved until we found out Indy knows how to cook,” Zag added.

“I think Pie needs to learn how to cook for himself, then, and stop relying so much on his mama and Aunt Meg,” she scolded. She pushed Frost out of the way and nodded to me. “Now, tell me who this is.”

I fought back the urge to hyperventilate and stuck my hand out toward her. “I’m Indiana. Or Indy. Or whatever.” Jesus. I didn’t need to automatically go into all of my nicknames.

“I’m Paige.” Her eyes lit up, and she smiled wide. “I’ve heard about you.”

My eyes bugged out. “Uh, have you?”

How in the hell had Frost’s mom heard about me? Frost and I had basically danced around each other for the past two years, but I didn’t think he would actually tell his mom about me.

“Meg and Cyn mentioned you.” She hitched her thumb toward the bus. “Well, actually, Demon had mentioned you on the phone when he called a couple of days ago, and those two overheard.”

“Oh,” I gulped. I was at a complete loss on where to go from here. What did Meg and Cyn know about me?

Frost sensed my panic set in as my eyes darted back and forth between him and his mom.

He pulled me close and draped his arms over my shoulders. “Indiana and I have known each other for a while, Mom. Things just sort of started happening the past few days. Try not to scare her away.”

“Oh, please,” Paige gasped. “Don’t be scared. I didn’t mean to say that so ominously. All I heard was good things about you. Meg and Cyn were both bugging me to find out if you do classes.”

I looked left.

I looked right.

What exactly did Paige think I did?

“Uh, classes?” I squeaked.

Paige nodded. “Yes.”

“Mom,” Frost interrupted. “What kind of classes do you want?” Even Frost was a little shocked by his mom wanting some type of class from me.

“Well, pole dancing, of course, Braxton. They said pole dancing is a great workout.”

Zig and Zag groaned loudly, and Frost cringed.

“You just completely ruined pole dancing for me, Mom,” Zig groaned. “I’m never going to be able to look at another pole without thinking about you and aunt Meg…just…uuuuugh,” Zig gagged.

Okay, so she understood what I did.

Was I shocked she was so okay with it that she wanted me to give her lessons on how to pole dance?

Yup. Yeah. Totally.

Shocked wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the fact that Paige, and also the other ol’ ladies, wanted pole dancing lessons from me.

“Um, well, I’ve never actually taught someone how to…h…” Was I really going to talk about pole dancing with Frost’s mom after only meeting her five minutes ago? I knew it was eventually going to come up in conversation, but I didn’t anticipate it happening this soon. “Dance.”

“Please, no. Do not continue this conversation while I can hear you.” Zig stuck his fingers in his ears and backed away.