Page 38 of Dating the DILF
“Uh, the Penguins jersey. Obviously.” He sticks his head out the window and points at Miles. “Tell her she can’t get in the car wearing that.”
“Not a chance in hell.” He comes up behind me and kisses my neck.
Addy pushes past us both, groaning. “No PDA, please. Sharing a confined space with Grayson has me feeling nauseous enough, thank you very much.”
She rounds the car, an annoyed look on her face.
“I may have accidentally on purpose forgotten to mention that Grayson was coming.” I pull a face.
“Meh, they’ll live. Now, get in the car, woman.” He smacks my ass and I shoot a glare his way. “Please,” he quickly adds.
The drive to the arena isn’t far from my downtown townhouse and Grayson has me in stitches the entire time. He’s trying so hard to impress Addy and she is not giving him an inch. It’s also nice to see Miles so relaxed. He’s been on edge all week, since Sophie’s call.
I have to say, while I appreciate the sentiment behind the warning, I almost wish she hadn’t bothered. There was nothing she could tell him other than she had heard “whisperings.” They both seem to think this producer, who sounds like a complete slimeball if you ask me, is going to try to find a way to sue Miles for breach of contract for failing to appear on the reunion show. I’ve scoured his contract and assured him that he would have no cause. The contract contains no mention of any appearance other than theDating the DILFtelevision series. Any reunion shows, or spin-offs, would have had to have been specified for it to hold up in a court of law.
“Lulu, hold my hand.” Miles tries to get a grip on her hand as we all get out of the car, but Lulu snatches it away.
“No, I hold Charlie’s hand.” Her little voice is so firm, and she grabs my hand before I can object, holding on with a strong grip.
A wave of something good washes over me, until I look up and see the thousands of people rushing into the arena and panic seizes me. I squeeze her hand tighter, determined not to lose her.
“Princess, hold my hand.”
“Grayson, eat my—”
“Adelaide!” I cut her off with a scowl. She looks down at Lulu contritely.
“Sorry, the kid thing is going to take a little getting used to.”
She’s telling me.Lulu walked into the kitchen the other night when my ass was planted on the counter, my legs wrapped around her daddy’s waist and I was practically eating his face. I pushed him away so fast and hard he almost fell flat on his ass.
Lulu acted as though it was nothing out of the ordinary and Miles almost bust a gut laughing. I, however, was mortified.
We head into the giant arena and the scale of it overwhelms me. It’s huge and it’s filled with people heading in every direction. I’m not much for crowds and a hockey game would normally be a hard pass for me, but Miles was so excited, and I couldn’t deny I wanted to spend some more time with Lulu. She kind of reminds me of Mintie. I was happily living my life without a clue that she existed but, suddenly, through a random twist of fate, I have a cat in my life, and I find myself liking it.
Is it poor form to compare a child to an animal? Oh well, they’re both cute as a button, I’m sure it’s fine.
Thirty minutes later, we’re all in our seats, loaded down with hot dogs, pretzels, and popcorn waiting for the game to start. The air is practically vibrating with anticipation and, even though I know nothing about hockey, I find the excitement is contagious.
Lulu, in her Penguins jersey, is getting many indulgent looks. I, however, am not faring so well. My jersey is garnering me a lot of dirty glares and I’m beginning to second-guess my decision to show solidarity with Lulu.
I’m sandwiched between Miles and Addy, and when Miles is distracted, helping Lulu with her hot dog, Addy nudges my shoulder.
“Let’s do a bathroom run before the game starts.”
I agree, and after letting the boys know where we’re headed, we go in search of the closest restroom.
We find it easily, stunned to find it empty which, let’s face it, is the female equivalent to winning the lottery.
“So,” Addy calls out from the stall. “You and Miles are sickening together, I hope you know that.”
“I do.” I stand at the sink, washing my hands and grin at my reflection. Every day I’m a little less surprised at how easily my smiles are coming.
The sound of the toilet flushing echoes through the room and Addy comes out, rolling her eyes at my expression.
“I honestly didn’t think you’d stick it out. I’m proud of you, Charlie.” She starts scrubbing her hands. “I was convinced you would run for the hills after seeing the show.”
“Well, maybe if I’d been more prepared it wouldn’t have been such a surprise.” I shoot a quick frown her way. I still haven’t totally forgiven her for that.
