Page 77 of Fashionista's Playbook

When I glanced away from the window, Vin was grinning.

“Rules are made to be broken, brother.”

“I’ll need you to do me a favor…” Unease snaked around my middle.

“I already told you—”

“It’s about Moriah and her parents.”

Vin rolled his eyes dramatically, then shook his head from side to side. “She’s more trouble than she’s worth.”

I clenched my jaw to bite back my anger. “That’s your opinion.” Some of it bled through my words anyway.

“Give it a few months, a year tops. The new wears off, shit changes.” He sighed when I didn’t respond. “I’ve been down this road before, you haven’t Travis. Add in your fame, the money, and that complicates it. Moriah can’t handle the lifestyle you’re living. She’s not built for the heat of that spotlight. I’m just looking out for you, trying to keep you from getting hurt.”

Unable to control myself, I rolled my eyes. “Are you even hearing what you are saying?”

“Hey man, you do you. Go on with the meet-the-parents shit. But this will eventually blow up in your face.”

Vin was halfway out the door before I realized he wanted me to date Kari Tatum because she wouldn’t get close.

My brother was jealous.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Moriah

The nervous jitters were easy to ignore as the catering company dropped off container after container through the kitchen door. Travis’ invitations to his teammates served me well, as DT and DeSean helped me plate and arrange everything onto the buffet in the dining room.

“This is going to be amazing.” The big man practically drooled over the golden bird he set in the middle of the formal table.

“If you want a bite, there’s an entire pan of carved turkey right there.” I pointed with a wink.

DT wasted no time sliding over to the pan and taking a piece.

“That’s stealing.” Travis accused as he stepped into the room.

In a pair of loose khakis and a dark t-shirt he looked as delectable as the meal’s starring attraction. I stopped just shy of licking my lips.

“Stealing turkey before dinner is a Thanksgiving tradition.” I pointed out.

Travis grinned and plucked his own piece. Though it never quite made it to his lips, as Vin snatched it from his fingers.

“Where are those quick hands now?” He snorted and narrowly dodged the half-hearted backhand Travis tossed his way.

When the doorbell rang, Travis disappeared again.

If this was what family was supposed to be like, I’d missed out. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face, even as I sat out bottles of wine.

DeSean promptly opened them. “Red or white?”

“White.”

“She likes em sweet,” Travis came back and dropped a gentle kiss to my lips. “Like me.”

I couldn’t help but snort and take the glass DeSean offered.

“I call bullshit on your level of sweetness.” He winked at me.

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