Page 130 of The Last Guy On Earth
“Oh shit.”
“You keep saying that.”
I wince. “Yup. So my parents are on their way here, and we’re all going out to brunch.”
Silence. I look up to see horror on his face. “Brunch?”
“You’re probably starving,” I point out.
“Not hungry enough to think a sit-down with your extended family a half hour after fucking you through the mattress is a fun idea.”
I bark out a laugh. “My parents won’t know.”
He sighs. “You sure this is a good idea?”
“No,” I admit. “But I care more about you than them. And I’m not ready for you to leave.”
“Okay,” he says, wiping the last drops of water from his shoulders, while I admire his naked body. “It’s your funeral.”
I open the drawers of my bureau and locate a polo shirt that’s a little long on me. It should fit him fine. “Wear this. Let me find you some khaki shorts.”
“Or I could just make a break for it out the back door.”
“Not another back door joke,” I say, pulling out a shirt for myself.
He sighs again. “I must really love you.”
“You must. Now hurry up. It’ll be less awkward if we get downstairs before my parents arrive.”
Except when I walk downstairs, Kaitlyn is standing in the kitchen with a glass of water, pointedly looking up at the ceiling.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking for damage,” she says.
Jethro makes a groan of dismay as he follows behind me.
When my sister catches sight of him, she almost drops her water glass. “Omigod.Him?Clay!”
“What?” I grumble.
Her eyes are wide. “This man broke your heart! And he’s a huge risk to your career.God. If this gets out…”
“Baby,” Raul says from the sofa where he’s paging through one of my magazines. “I’m sure Clay knows what he’s doing.”
“Raul, I appreciate you,” I tell her boyfriend.
My sister growls, and Jethro just looks freaked-out.
The doorbell rings at this awkward juncture, and it’s the first time I’ve been glad to have my parents interrupt a conversation with my sister. I leap toward the door and answer it.
“Morning!” my mother says. “We’ve been up for hours, but I’m sure you needed to sleep in.”
“Or something,” mutters my sister.
“Morning, Mom.” I give her a quick hug and shake my dad’s hand. “Let me get my keys, and we’ll head out to a place I like…”
Jethro is already shaking his head. “We drove my car.”
