Page 49 of Playful Kris

A small hint of a smile shows before she turns her head, walking toward the door. I follow behind her; I would have ordered us a ride to the dinner, but I wasn’t sure what time she would be ready since she hasn’t spoken a word since she woke up this morning.

Hurrying ahead of her, I open the passenger door of my truck for her, letting her climb in while I enjoy the view.

I mean, her ass in this dress…

Once she’s situated and buckled, I shut the door and round the hood for my seat. The drive to the venue doesn’t take too long, but the silence filling the cab of this pickup makes it seem like we’ve been on the road for hours.

I’ve been able to shut down all thoughts of my parents since we arrived, for the most part. But the closer my truck gets to the parking spot, the more my mind starts reeling about the possibilities of things that could happen.

And with my parents, it will happen.

“Okay,” Kam breaks the silence, finally, as I ease the truck into a vacant spot. “What can I do to help keep the peace between you and your parents today?”

I release a breath, shifting into park before slowly looking at her. She’s staring at me, waiting for a response. “Honestly, I’m not even sure. They’re bound to try to start something tonight, and I just don’t want to lose my shit on them during the happiest night for my brother.”

“Okay, then I’ll just steer the conversation in a different direction if anything happens.” She smiles before unbuckling and grabbing the handle.

My cue to get my ass in gear.

I offer her my elbow once I get to the front of my truck, ignoring the looks from some that I don’t even know.

The one I can’t ignore though, is Davidson, and the way his eyes move over Kameron’s body as we pass through the entrance.

“That guy really pisses me off.” I lean in, lowering my voice as I say the words.

“Yeah, he just gives me the creeps.” She shivers next to me. “He’s almost too nice to me. You know? I’m used to dicks like you.” Her eyes meet mine and she smirks.

I roll my eyes, hiding the smile inside at her sass toward me.

I’m about to ask her more about it, desperate to know why she’s drawing that conclusion when my mother steps in front of us.

“Kris, sweetheart.” She releases the arm of the man she’s with. Between the two of them, she didn’t move on. She buried herself in work, picking up any shift she possibly could. Even when our bills were paid and she didn’t really have to work, she still chose to leave us at home, skip a game, and avoid helping Kaleb with homework.

I awkwardly hug her back, not letting Kam pull away from me when she tries. Something about her touch is calming me right now, and I desperately need it.

“Mom.” I half smile down at her before she turns toward the man she’s with.

“This is my fiance`, Brian.”

My face must match my feelings on the inside because the pinch to my side that Kam gives me straightens me right up.

“Fiance`?” I ask, turning my attention to the pepper gray haired man in front of me.

“Kris, it’s so good to meet you.” He smiles, stepping forward and extending his hand between us. “I’ve heard a lot of great things about you.”

I freeze, looking down at his hand.

How could he possibly have heard nice things about me when my mom doesn’t even know me?

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Kameron.” Kam, slides her hand into Brian’s.

“Oh? A girlfriend, Kris?” my mother asks, smiling at Kameron.

My heartrate builds, just the idea of my mom being happy over the potential of a relationship between me and Kameron has me anxious.

Relationships are shit. I mean look at my mom, the divorce ruined her, it ruined my entire childhood. All because of a relationship.

“I’m ju–”

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