Page 6 of Addicted to You
I blinked, and she continued.
“I know your job is here, but maybe we could move in together there and when you have a client, you fly back here to be with them. You have to live with them, anyway.”
That was true. Depending on the severity of their addiction, my time with clients was six or more weeks at a time.
“Can I think about it?”
“Of course.” She smiled. “While we’re in Boston, maybe you could check out the area to see if you could live there too.”
And if I couldn’t, then that would be the end of us.
The plane toucheddown with a slight jolt, and the moment the wheels hit the tarmac, I felt a rush of excitement shoot through me. It had been a long time since I’d spent Christmas with a loving family. The Rhodes usually went on vacation for the holidays and this year was no different. They were on a cruise to Norway.
Britt squeezed my hand. “Welcome to Boston.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, looking out the window at the thick blanket of snow covering the ground. As a Texas boy, this was all new to me. Could I live in a place where I would have to shovel snow during the winter?
We stepped off the plane and into the terminal, the cool air inside the airport a relief from the stuffy cabin. As soon as we made it to baggage claim, I caught sight of Britt’s parents, who were waving at us.
Her mom greeted us first, her bright red scarf standing out in the sea of black coats. Britt’s dad was close behind, his big frame impossible to miss. They both smiled wide as we approached.
Her dad clapped me on the back as soon as I stepped close. “How was the flight?”
“It was good. Thanks for picking us up.”
Britt’s mom hugged me. “We’re so glad you’re here.”
“Yeah, but judging by the snow outside, I might freeze to death.” I chuckled.
Her mom grinned. “You’ll get used to it. We’ve got plenty of hot chocolate and coffee waiting for you at home.”
“I might need that to survive.” I grinned.
They led us to the car, where her dad and I loaded the bags into the trunk of their SUV. As we drove through Boston, I kept my eyes focused out the window, taking in the old brick buildings and the snow-covered streets. This place had an entirely different vibe than Houston. I couldn’t wait to see more of it.
When we arrived at their house, it was everything I’d imagined. The outside was picturesque, with snow-dusted trees and twinkling lights lining the front porch. The warmth of the house greeted me as soon as we stepped inside. A Christmas tree stood in the corner, with the faint smell of dinner wafting through the air.
We walked into the living room, and Britt’s eyes immediately scanned the space until they landed on her brother. She grinned and practically rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.
“I missed you, baby bro,” she murmured.
He chuckled and pulled her in a little closer. “Missed you too, sis.”
I stood back, watching them, and then Britt turned to me. “Silas, this is Cash. My boyfriend.”
His eyes flicked to me as he extended a hand. His gaze was sharp—almost piercing—and something about the way his hazel eyes looked made me pause. They weren’t bloodshot or out of focus, but they seemed a little too wide, almost like he was hyper-aware of everything around him.
It was a subtle thing, but I couldn’t help noticing it. The last thing I wanted was to make assumptions, but I’d seen thatlook before. The wide, dilated pupils had a certain intensity behind them that didn’t match the rest of his calm demeanor.
Could he be using?
I pushed the thought aside quickly, forcing myself to take his hand with a firm shake.
“Nice to meet you, man,” Silas greeted.
“Nice to meet you too,” I replied. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was living in California or his rock star persona, but he had clearly bleached his hair to be blond unlike the rest of his family.
“Why don’t you two get settled in?” Britt’s mom spoke. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
