Page 11 of My Ex Girlfriend's Brother

She pulled back and kissed me on the cheek. “He got home about twenty minutes ago. He’s already camped out in front of the television, watching the news.”

I wasn’t surprised my dad was watching the news. Every day when he came home from work, he watched the news for an hour and then went about doing anything my mom wanted from her honey-do list.

“Mom, this is my friend, Cash. Cash, this is my mother, Margaret.”

She smiled warmly at him. “Please, call me Maggie.”

My mom extended her hand, and I watched in awe as Cash brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand. “It’s so nice to meet you, Maggie.”

Oh, he was smooth.

My mom blushed, holding her hand to her heart like it was now some prized possession. “Oh, where have you been hiding him, Jordie?”

I heard Cash snicker at my mom’s nickname for me.

“I only met him once I moved to Oasis, mom. Otherwise, you would have been introduced by now.”

“Speaking of Oasis, how’s Leo?” my mom asked, stepping back inside the house.

“He’s great. Happily married. He’s hoping you’ll come visit soon, so he can see you.”

“Oh, he’s such a sweet boy. Have you met Leo yet?” She asked Cash.

“Not yet, but we’re having dinner with him next week,” Cash answered her with a smile. They seemed smitten with each other. I only hoped that held true after I told her who Cash was to me.

Cash leaned forward and whispered in my ear as we followed my mom. “How does your mom have this adorable accent, and you don’t have one?”

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. “I got rid of it after being made fun of at Stanford.”

“I didn’t know the people there were such douchebags,” he grumbled.

“Give him until the end of the weekend, and his accent will be back in full swing. Maybe this time, he’ll keep it when he leaves.” My mom frowned at me.

“I thought maybe your parents moved to Texas after you went to college or something. If you sound anything like her, you better keep that accent.”

My mom nodded, agreeing with him.

“I bet it’s sexy as hell,” he whispered.

I wasn’t so sure about that, but I’d definitely keep it if Cash thought it was sexy.

“Bob, look who’s here. And he brought his friend, Cash.”

My dad popped up from his recliner and gave me a hug before he shook Cash’s hand.

“Thanks for coming. I hope you had a good flight,” Dad greeted Cash and then sat back down in his recliner.

“It was good. Short. Thanks for having me here this weekend. I’ve never been to Texas before.”

“Well, Jordan will have to show you around our little town.” My dad’s eyes flicked up from the television. “Let you experience a little bit of our Texas.”

“That sounds good. I’d like to see where he grew up,” Cash grinned at me.

“Why don’t we move this to the dining room? Dinner is just about ready, and I’m sure you two are hungry after a long day.”

“We are. Thanks, mom,” I said as we followed behind her. Mom was always cooking or baking something.

“I hope you like meatloaf and mashed potatoes,” Mom said to Cash, putting the last dish on the table.

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