Page 36 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

A part of me wants to pester him about why he wants to keep Charlie, but also, I’m curious about what he has up his sleeve or, in this case, his back pocket.

Shortly after midnight, we flop onto the mattress on the floor. We cleared my entire townhouse except for the mattress, a couple of pillows, and a blanket. My eyelids drop as if sandbags are glued to my lashes. Both of us are still in our clothes from the day, and I don’t think either of us cares. Lach drapes an arm around my waist and tugs me to his chest. I snuggle against him, loving the proximity.

“Night, Sunflower,” he murmurs. He presses a kiss to the top of my head. Seconds later, his breathing evens out to soft snores. After a few minutes, his breathing lulls me to sleep.

TWENTY

THE ANGRY BEAVER

Lach

I stir awake. Every muscle in my body hurts as if I moved an entire townhouse into a moving truck. Oh. Wait. I did. Then my muscles grew more tense when Pax unexpectedly appeared. It took everything in me not to break his nose with Eve’s vibrator.

Eve stretches, pressing her ass into my dick.

I pull her closer to me, running my nose over her cheek. “Don’t start something if you don’t intend to finish,” I whisper.

“Mmm. I want nothing more, but I hurt. Everywhere.”

I laugh. “Same. What do you say we finish packing and hit the road? If there’s no traffic and we drive straight through, it’s only a fourteen-and-a-half-hour drive.”

“Ugh. Wishful thinking. Probably closer to seventeen or eighteen.”

“Either way, the sooner we get moving, the sooner we can get coffee and food.”

“You really know the way to my heart, but it has to be at some small roadside diner. Those are my favorite.”

“Deal.” I press a kiss to her cheek before rolling off the mattress.

After we’re ready for the day, we pack the last of the items into the truck. Eve stands at the end of the sidewalk, staring at her townhouse. I’m not sure if she’s sad she’s leaving or if it’s a different emotion. I move to stand next to her. My arm brushes against hers, and she peers up at me.

“Are you ready to go?”

She nods. “Yeah. I am. Take me home, Lach.”

Wordlessly, I round the rear of the truck, and Eve takes the passenger side. We both climb in, and I start the engine. I type the address into my GPS and shift into drive. Eve twists away from the side window to face me with a wide grin. It’s one of her bright, genuine smiles. I’m glad I get to spend this time with her. It almost feels as if we could be real. Then I remember she’s my best friend’s sister. I turn my attention to the road and step on the gas.

An hour into our drive on I-75 North, Eve turns down the radio and faces me. “I’m ready to cash in on your promise of coffee and food.”

I glance at her. “Yeah. Where do you want to stop?”

She pulls out her phone and types on the screen. I glance from her to the road while she scrolls.

“Oh, I got it! It’s about fifteen minutes up the road. The Angry Beaver Diner.”

“That’s an interesting name.”

“It reminds me of the cartoon when I was a kid. Did you ever watch it?”

I shake my head. “Nope. I didn’t watch a lot of television growing up. So that’s where you want to stop?” I change the subject, not wanting her to ask questions about my childhood. I closed that door a long time ago, and I’d rather not open it up again.

“Yeah. It looks charming.” She holds out her phone toward me.

I peel my gaze off the road and look at her screen. It’s a picture of a diner with black-and-white checkered flooring, red booths, and a counter that runs half the length of the room.

“You like places like that?”

She lowers her phone. “I do. I like the small-town vibe. Plus, I guarantee this is the type of place only the locals frequent. There’s always some woman with curly white hair named Betty serving coffee. There’s the chatter of cooks calling out orders and servers carrying plates full of short stacks. It’s my happy place.”

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