Page 87 of The Worst Best Man
“Go on. They always give me a headache,” Frankie joked.
“You’re very thoughtful,” Aiden said, smiling sweetly at her.
She indulged herself and ran the fingers of one hand through his thick hair.
He leaned back against the couch cushion and closed his eyes. “Feels good,” he murmured.
There was something irresistible about tipsy, vulnerable Aiden.
“Do you really care if they like you?” she asked, wondering if he could be playing her.
“Of course I do,” he said, lolling his head to one side to study her. “If they’re important to you, they’re important to me.”
“Did you and my dad sneak into the bourbon?” Frankie asked.
“Only one or two times,” Aiden said, listing toward her. “Hey, you know what I heard some people do on Sunday afternoons?”
“Buy small countries?” Frankie offered. His head hit her in the chest and she continued the slow stroke of her fingers through his hair.
“Ha. You’re funny. I heard some people nap.”
She closed her fist in his hair and gave a tug until he was looking at her. “Have you never had a Sunday afternoon nap?”
“Sure. When I was like three,” he smirked.
“Sunday afternoon naps are the best. And if rich people can’t take them, I don’t ever want to be rich.”
Aiden nestled into her, his face pressed against her breast. “Will you take a nap with me?”
“Take your shoes off, Aide,” she told him.
“’K.” He shoved his Ferragamo loafers off, and they hit the floor one at a time.
“Are you always this adorable when you drink?” she teased, tugging the blanket off the back of the couch to cover him.
“I drink too much,” he murmured. His eyes were closed.
“You do?”
“Self-medication.”
“I’ve never seen you drunk before,” Frankie pointed out as she adjusted the pillow behind her.
“I don’t like to get sloppy,” he yawned.
“You’re not a sloppy person,” she agreed.
“Hey, will you come to a dinner with me this week?”
“Where?” she hedged.
“At some museum. It’s a reception for a nonprofit. My mom is on the board.”
“Your family will be there?”
“Mmm-hmm. Everybody. Even that asshole Elliot.”
Frankie laughed softly. “I’m gonna have to pass.”
