Page 114 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“I don’t think so. But I did know Ally as a kid.” I grin. “Her uncle is my godfather.”
“No way,” she laughs. “Oh my god, you’reTHATNate?”
“Depends...” I narrow my eyes.
“She had this massive crush on you. When she saw you kissing her cousin, she was wrecked. Never seen her cry so much.”
And now I feel like shit. “Yeah,” I sigh. “Guess, I amthatNate.”
“It’s okay. Don’t feel bad. She was eleven. She moved on and had other crushes.”
“Gee, thanks,” I chuckle.
“The real question is,” she starts, taking us off topic. “What do you think of me? I’m with both of your lovers.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I laugh. “That doesn’t make you jealous? Doesn’t piss you off?”
“No,” I answer, blowing the straw wrapper in her face, making her giggle. “Because I see how much they care about you. How much they need you. And I’d never be the one to get in the way of that. They love me just as much, so that helps.” I shrug. “What about you? You don’t hate me for being the Beta involved with your lovers?”
“First off, being a Beta doesn’t matter one way or the other to me, being a good person does,” Lulu says. “And I see how muchthey love you. It’s the same way for me. I think as long as we respect one another and our relationships, that will help a lot.”
“Agreed.” I nod. “So, besties?” I ask, holding out my hand.
“Besties.” She grins.
The rest of the day with Lulu is fun. We leave and go for a walk through the little town before we have to meet up with everyone else to see Niagara Falls together at night.
I’m glad the girls came up with this idea. I think it was needed.
Lulu and I might not have romantic feelings for one another, but I care about her. She’s kind, loving, and cares about the two people I love. That's all I can ask for.
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Gavin
“You look ridiculous.” I snort when I see Ally step out of her room. She’s dressed in this whole old lady get up. Literally. Short white wig, glasses, a flowery dress, and a cane.
“Excuse me?” she huffs, crossing her arms. It pushes up what I’m hoping are fake boobs, nearly hitting her face. “I think I look damn fine.” She turns to look in the mirror, fixing her wig. “Yup. Gonna have all the sixty-five-plus men going gaga over me.”
“This seems a little much, doesn’t it? What happened to a good ol’ ball cap and sunglasses?”
“Been there, done that,” she huffs, moving towards the door. “I wanted to try something new. Plus, I don’t have to worry about what I look like around you. I’m not trying to get in your pants.” She goes to bend over to grab her shoes and groans. “Ugh, these tits are too big.” She punches the boobs, trying to get them out of her way before attempting to bend over again, and I have to smother a laugh because this is so damn ridiculous, butalso very entertaining. This is a side of Ally I don’t mind seeing. I knew she wasn’t your average celebrity after only spending a few days with her. She’s really down to earth. Funny. And an overall good person. She doesn’t let her fame and money go to her head.
But this? Never did I expect this from her.
“Be a doll and help a little old lady out and grab my shoes?” she pouts.
Snorting a laugh, I shake my head and help her out. “You don’t think this is going to turn heads?” I ask.
“Why would someone bother paying attention to some random old lady?”
“True. But what if that random old lady is out with a six-foot-tall biker?” I look at her with a raised brow as I help her put her sneakers on.
“I’ll just tell everyone you're my grandson.” She pats my head.
“You are unbelievable,” I chuckle, standing and offering her my hand.
“Thanks.” She winks. “Now, let’s go feed me. I’m starving.”
Well, this is going to be a day to remember that’s for sure.
