Page 70 of Unraveling Rain
“Good call.” I make a mental note to do exactly that when I get to Raleigh.
“Any plans with your girlfriend tonight?” Dylan asks, a teasing note in his voice.
At the mention of Rain, I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
“Oh, so the rumors are true? You’re dating Ruin’s sister?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, we’re together. From the moment I saw her, I knew there was something special about her.”
He nods, rinsing out his glass and slipping it into the dishwasher. “That’s cool, Xander. She’s sharp.”
I laugh. “Yeah, she is.”
With a wave, he heads out of the kitchen.
I down the last sip of my smoothie, then hop off the stool and open the fridge. That workout wrecked me, and now I’m starving.
“Hotshot,” my favorite person shouts from the lobby.
A smile spread across my face as I rush out of my room, taking the stairs two at a time just to get to her faster.
I pull her into a deep kiss, and she melts in my arms. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this—of kissing her and feeling her soften against me, like she trusts me enough to drop every guard.
“Hey,” I say when we finally come up for air.
Rain is breathing a little unevenly, lips curved in a dazed smile. I lean in for another kiss, just because I can.
She giggles against my mouth.
“You’re making me feel like a teenager,” she says, patting my chest.
“Are you trying to grope me, Ms. MacAllister?” I ask, giving her a lopsided grin.
“You wish.” She scoffs.
I laugh. I fucking love her sass.
“Are you ready?” she asks, all business now.
I frown. “Where are we going?”
“We’re having dinner with my siblings, then we’re doing some karaoke,” she says, biting her bottom lip.
I nip it, then kiss her again. “Let’s go. That sounds like fun.”
She shimmies her shoulders excitedly, and I shake my head, smiling. There’s never a dull moment with this woman.
A few minutes later, we pull into the bar’s lot, and I spot Gio’s SUV and River’s truck already parked. Looks like we’re only waiting on Miles.
We head inside, the buzz of conversation and clinking glasses wrapping around us.
“Rain, Xander. Over here,” Miles calls from a table near a small stage. I guess he rode with River.
The bar is bigger than I expected. Stools are lined around the bar itself, and then a mix of tall tables near the entrance. As we move closer to the stage, the tables shift to regular height. It’s fairly busy for a Thursday night, but I guess karaoke attracts a bigger crowd than usual.
As we near the table, Rain lets go of my hand and makes a beeline toward a guy I haven’t seen before. He scoops her up by the waist without hesitation, and Rain lets out a gleeful screech.
He must be the youngest MacAllister brother. He has the same blue eyes as Miles. He’s about my height, lean and athletic.
