Page 124 of Happy Hour

Laughing lightly, I stopped on the front steps leading up to the door. “Are you coming in?”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” His voice was shy. “I didn’t get a hotel room.”

“Well, it’s a little soon to be moving this fast...I mean, we just started dating. I’m not that kind of girl you know.” I tried to hide my smile but it was a futile effort.

Jameson laughed freely before stepping towards me. “Aw honey,” he gave me a slow wink wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “I wasn’t planning on stealin’ home or anything.”

“Well that’s a shame.” I teased back opening the front door.

Once we stepped inside, the chaos began. Charlie was sitting on the couch watching baseball, Andrea was making dinner, and Logan and Lucas were running around the living room playing tug-a-war with my bra.

At least they picked one that looked decent...little shits.

Their eyes shot up when they saw Jameson and ran at him full speed. “You’re Jameson Riley!” they both shouted and clung to his legs.

“Uh,” Jameson looked slightly panicked. “I guess I am.”

“Boys, at least let Jameson come inside.” Andrea yelled from the kitchen. “Hey Jameson,” she greeted Jameson dragging her shit head children away.

Jameson leaned over to whisper in my ear. “They’re adorable.”

“Please tell me you didn’t refer to the Lucifer twins, asadorable?”

He looked confused. “Lucifer twins?” Raising an eyebrow, his amusement showed and then he smirked.

“Yes, those kids are assholes.” My bra whizzed past me towards Lucas. “I’mpositivetheir father is the devil.”

“They can’t bethatbad. They’re just kids.” The smirk still hadn’t left his face.

Lucas ran past us the other direction with my bra on. “Really?” I pointed towards Lucas. “Do they take your tampons and use them as rafts for their GI Joes in the bath tub or wear your bra’s?”

“Well, no.” Jameson shifted his stance seeming thoroughly entertained by this.

“Exactly, they’re annoying as shit. I have no idea how I’m going to live here with them.”

I’d only been around them for less than twenty-four hours and getting my own apartment was looking like a top priority for my week.

Andrea made spaghetti for us, which was delicious.

Most of the dinner talk surrounded the track and how Charlie would prefer operation. When Logan started shoving his noodles up his nose, I decided to excuse myself to my room,withJameson.

Grabbing some left over spaghetti and a bowl of milk for Mr. Jangles, my cat, we departed to my childhood room.

After getting Lucas off my bed, I placed the food on the floor and sat down on my bed. I couldn’t figure out why Lucas wanted to sleep on my bed...creepy little weirdo.

Jameson slowly stepped inside closing the door behind him, the sound of the door locking behind him echoed throughout.

I was relieved he locked the door. With the Lucifer twins around, thoughts of getting a deadbolt were high on my list.

Mr. Jangles was on the bed so I tried to push him off—he just pushed back. “Mr. Jangles, you’re such a jerk sometimes. You need to share.” Flicking his kitty tail at me, he jumped down to his own bed on the floor finding his food dish.

“What is that?” Jameson motioned towards Mr. Jangles looking slightly terrified of him. “Seriously, what is that?”

“It’s a cat.” I glanced at him with a are-you-fucking-stupid expression. “What does it look like?”

“Well, if it didn’t have so much hair I’d think it was a small child.” His eyes narrowed trying to make sense of him. “What in the hell do you feed him, McDonalds?”

I laughed curling my legs up around my chest leaning back against the wooden headboard. “No, spaghetti and milk,”

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