Page 84 of Possess

“I think it’s time I feasted on your body.”

Zeke then showed her what he meant. It was a good thing he didn’t have to be at Wicked Sanctuary until later that night.

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Allyson twisted her hands together in her lap as Zeke drove toward his parents’ home Sunday morning.

“They don’t bite,” Zeke commented.

“I know.” How could she explain? She never talked in detail to him about how she grew up. Shame flowed through her. There was no other word for it. She’d hidden a lot from friends when growing up. Not that rumors hadn’t made the rounds.

Dani was one of the few people she’d told that her parents were swingers. Zeke would understand because he was in the lifestyle, but his parents might not. No, it was better if she kept this to herself.

Zeke pulled up in front of modest looking two-story home. The brown tones made the house feel warm and cozy. Allyson took a deep breath as they walked up the brick path to the front door.

“Zeke!” Josie yelled and came flying down the stairs.

Zeke dropped Allyson’s hand to catch his sister in a hug.

“I’ve missed you,” Josie said.

“You saw me a week ago.”

“I know.” Josie looked at her, and her eyes turned frosty. “Allyson.”

“Josie.” Josie’s cold shoulder wasn’t unexpected. Should she say she wasn’t feeling well, call a ride share, and go?

Zeke let go of Josie and retook Allyson hands in his. His warmth sank into her bones. She’d do this for him.

They walked inside and took off their shoes before heading for the kitchen. Allyson blinked when they entered. His mother was fluttering around, but that wasn’t what made her blink.

The kitchen was huge. The cherry wood cabinets glowed, along with the granite counters. Violetta stood at the center island that held a six-burner stove. Allyson glanced around. This was a chef’s kitchen. A double oven, a refrigerator to die for, and lots of counter space. This was easily twice the size of Zeke’s kitchen.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Violetta smiled. “Everything is almost ready.”

“It smells wonderful,” Allyson commented, and it did. She picked up hints of rosemary and Italian herbs.

“It should,” Quincy said. “She’s been up since seven trying to figure out what to cook.

“You didn’t need to go to all that trouble,” Allyson said.

Violetta waved her hands. “No trouble. Josie, is the table set?”

“Yes, Momma.”

“Zeke, take Allyson in, and we’ll bring in the food.”

“Yes, Momma.” He brushed a kiss over her cheek before leading Allyson into the dining room.

“Your mother went to a lot of trouble,” she said softly.

“Momma loves to cook.” Zeke pulled out a chair for her, and Allyson sat down. Within minutes, food was placed on the table. “My favorite.” Zeke said. “There’s an Italian sausage egg bake, then a frittata, fresh bread, cheese and fruit.”

Allyson’s mouth watered. Everything looked delicious.

“Coffee,” Quincy said, bringing in two big carafes and small pitchers of milk and juice.

“Buon appetito,” Violetta said.

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