Page 102 of Make Her Mine

It’s not a thriller but I still really like it.

The popcorn is even good. Not spicy, but again, I like it.

And I’m surrounded by many of my favorite people.

Including Graham and Margot who are cuddled up together on one of the couches.

And we’re at my house.

I’m home.

But I want to be at home with Jefferson. At his house.

Naked. Of course. But I’d even be up for a movie first. Or even just talking to him.

And if you’d told me two weeks ago that I’d want to spend time just me and Jefferson Riley talking about random shit for no other reason than just to be together, I’d have asked for a couple of shots of whatever you were drinking.

But here I am, doing one of my favorite things with my favorite people and wishing I was with Jefferson instead.

Ugh. I’m so pathetic when I’m in love.

My phone starts ringing and I dig it out from between me and the pillow I’m leaning on.

“Sorry!” I tell everyone.

Sloan hits the pause button.

I frown at my screen. “It's my dad.”

That makes everyone else frown, too.

You don’t want a dad to call during movie night anyway, and you definitely don’t want the cop dad calling.

“Dad? What’s going on?”

“You need to come get your boyfriend.”

He sounds…amused.

I pause. Then ask, “Jefferson?”

“Do you have more than one boyfriend?”

There is something about my father casually referring to Jefferson as my boyfriend that does funny things to my stomach. And my heart.

Yeah, yeah, everyone has been telling us that it’s obvious we make a great couple. No one else is surprised. Yada, yada, yada. It’s only fully sunk in for me in the past twenty-four hours, so I’m still in the stomach-swooping and heart-skipping stage.

And I kind of like it.

“Okay, no. But why do I need to come get him. Where is he?”

“At the station. In a cell.”

I sit up on the couch, my feet hitting the floor. “Jefferson Riley is at the police station in a cell?”

Everyone in the room swivels to look at me.

“He is,” my father says. “With Zach.”

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