Page 235 of Things We Left Behind
Mom looked like she was happy enough to shoot rainbows out of her eyesandher butt. Maeve looked properly suspicious. Meanwhile, Chloe sipped her chocolate milk and stared at Lucian like she was trying to figure out how to weasel a new wardrobe out of the man.
“It’s our pleasure. And I have to say it’s really nice to see the two of you together,” Mom said sunnily from the opposite side of the table. I didn’t know if it was a conscious or subconscious decision, but we’d left Dad’s place at the head of the table empty.
“We’re not together. He just won’t take the hint and get out of my house,” I said.
“And it does a mother’s heart good to know that you’re keeping my daughter safe,” Mom continued, ignoring me.
“With Sloane being an obvious target, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to show whoever’s watching that she’s protected.” Lucian’s eyes slid to me. “By me,” he added firmly.
Maeve kicked me under the table.
“Ouch!” I reached down and rubbed my shin.
“Is everything all right?” Lucian asked.
My sister looked at me pointedly.
“Yeah. Fine. The cat just stabbed me in the leg,” I lied.
Meow Meow chose that moment to wander into the dining room from the kitchen.
“So, Mr. Lucian, you look like you have good taste. Where do you think a tween could get some reasonably priced cashmere?” Chloe asked.
“Maeve, can you help me get more…uh…kale in the kitchen?” I said.
My sister vaulted out of her chair and grabbed her wineglass. I took the cue and my wineglass and followed her into the kitchen.
“So you two are just playing house now?” Maeve said, whirling around to face me.
With a sharpshush, I dragged her through the kitchen and into the family room. “I’m not playing anything. He won’t leave!”
“Yeah, okay,” she scoffed.
“Have you ever tried to make Lucian Rollins do something he didn’t want to do?”
“No, but I know you’re probably the only person on the planet who could,” she shot back.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you two have been something to each other since the beginning of time. And if you really wanted him gone, he’d be gone. So maybe you’re thinking he deserves a second chance.”
“He already had one of those,” I reminded her.
“Fine. A last chance.”
I cocked my head. “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?”
“What? I’m not saying I think youshouldgive him another chance. I’m just suggesting that the two of you bonded over a traumatic incident and now appear to be living together.”
I held up my palms in defense. “Listen, I’m too busy to even consider getting into a relationship with him. Hell, I’m too busy to kick him out properly.”
“Believe me, I get it. But maybe at a certain point, you start wondering if being busy is keeping you from having a real life,” Maeve said.
“Okay, now I’m actually worried about you,” I decided. After the attacker cornered me in my Jeep and Mary Louise told me to stop pursuing an appeal, my intentions to confront my sister about her secret relationship and ensuing breakup with Kurt Michaels had fallen to the back burner.
Once again, I’d let circumstances distract me from what was a top priority: family.
“Lucian told me he’d have a family with me.” I timed the announcement poorly and ended up with a face full of chardonnay.
