Page 20 of Watch Me
“Hey,” Ethan greeted, leaning against a tiny open space of the bar next tome.
“Hey yourself.” I wanted to kiss him, to pull the lapel of his jacket and drag him over the bartop and plant my lips on his, but I didn’t think that was appropriate with a bar full of people. So, instead, I poured him a beer from the tap and slid it to him. “How was work?”
He shrugged and took a sip of the dark beer. “If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.”
I chuckled. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t.” He winked and took anothersip.
I blushed like a teenager. As I did, I noticed Whiskey Neat was staring at me and not the blonde anymore. “Need another?” I askedhim.
His dark gaze flicked toward Ethan and then back to me. He slid his glass forward. “Sure. One more for the road.”
I poured him his whiskey, and was about to play matchmaker when a group of three women swamped the blonde, making my night even busier until it was time to walk to Ethan’s for thenight.
Ethan and I had breakfast in bed on the weekends he didn’t have his boys. Afterward, he’d watch TV or work on the case he was investigating while I did homework or looked over my notes from the week, then we’d have lunch before I had to get ready to head to the bar. Okay, maybe there was sex between breakfast and lunch. We were in thebeginningstages of our relationship, and we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. I wasn’t complaining.
Not onebit.
“Next weekend …” Ethan trailedoff.
I raised my head from his bare chest and placed my chin on his sternum to look into his dark blue eyes. “Yeah?”
He took a deep breath. “I have my kids again.”
“I know. I’ll stay at my place like I did last weekend.”
He started to play with my hair absently. “That’s …” He paused. “That’s not what I’m getting at.”
“Okay? Then what are you getting at?”
“I ah …” Ethan paused again. “I’ve never had to do this before.”
I grinned. “Are you saying you want me to meet them?”
He smiled back. “Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to ask.”
I straddled his hips. “I would love to.”
“Of course, I need to tell Jessica first.”
“I understand.” Having Ethan ask me to meet his kids was huge. That meant we weren’t just having fun, we were serious. I kissed him. “Does anyone else know we’re back together?”
“You mean my family?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I mean, if I’m meeting your boys, then they should probably know too.”
Ethan pulled me down, making me squeal as he rolled us over so he was on top of me. “Don’t worry about them, Buttercup. They’ll be fine with it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Not gonna lie. They know you broke my heart, but they’ll get over it.”
My heart sank. “I broke my own heart too.”
He pressed his lips to mine. “I know. We don’t need to rehash it. They’ll think it’s fate since Ash met Rhys at Judy’s.”
“Then we should do dinner or something with them. I’d love to see them again.”
