Page 88 of Fall Into Temptation
“I’m not leaving here until you tell me what’s going on, and if you don’t spill it, I’m texting your sister, and she’ll pry it out of you with creative yoga poses.”
“I have to tell Donovan first,” Eva blurted out. “I owe him that.”
Beckett swore ripely. “You have until tomorrow night, and then I’m siccing Gia on you.” He downed the rest of his beer and put the empty bottle on the counter. “Don’t pretend like you need to handle this alone. You have family. A big, sloppy, multi-generational one full of people who will be royally pissed at you if you try to play the martyr.”
Eva blew out a breath between her teeth.
“Tell Cardona,” Beckett pointed at her and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Great. She now had twenty-four hours to fix this.
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“So, Eva, huh?” Michael prodded, accepting the glass of water Donovan poured for him in the dark kitchen.
“Yep. I hope you like her because I’m going to marry her.”
Michael hooted, his laugh booming off the high ceiling. “You’ve got a lot of your mother in you, you know?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I had a crush on your mother for ten years before I finally got up the guts to be real with her.”
“Tenyears?”
“Oh, I noticed her all right my junior year and spent the rest of my high school career acting like an idiot to get her attention. She turned me down for prom our senior year.”
“Is that the senior prom you took two dates to?”
“It would take more than one woman to replace your mother,” Michael quipped.
“So she turned you down,” Donovan prompted, familiar with the story.
“And I crawled off to lick my wounds and convince myself I was over that pretty blonde with the mean streak. It wasn’t until years later when John caught me mooning over her and called me a chicken shit for not going for it again.”
“Your romance began with chicken shit,” Donovan grinned.
“My point is. I’m glad to see you didn’t wait as long as I did. Your mom likes her. She likes the way she handled Jax’s freak out. I still can’t believe all those snot-nosed kids are adults and parents now. All except my boy.”
“Give me time, Dad. I’ll have you wearing World’s Best Grandpa shirts eventually.”
“Think Eva will stick?” Michael asked, grinning over his glass.
“If she can get out of her own way she can. But I, unlike you, am a patient man.” Donovan pointed at his father.
“That you are, son. Well, you’ve got good taste anyway.”
“She’s a romance novelist,” Donovan grinned.
“No shit?” Michael perked up. “I’ll have to tell Hazel. She’s a big fan of those Fifty Shades books.”
“Jesus, Dad. I don’t want to know that shit about Mom.”
“Technically it’s meandyour mom. I watched the movies, and we found this website that sells—”
“I swear to God if you finish that sentence, you’re going to be sleeping in the garage.
Michael laughed. “Ah, it’s nice to be able to mess with you in person again, son.”
