“I’m sure you do.” I giggled as Law pounced on me.
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I never expected that on the day I ran to Law, I would be sitting in his parents’ cottage, drinking a glass of wine, and laughing with his father about how over the top Law was when he was racing. Yet, here I was, doing all of those things, and I had no care to be anywhere else in the world.
“You should have seen him! He threw the helmet across the garage!” I let out a bellowed laugh as I held my wine glass in my hand. My other hand was laid out over my heart as I tried to contain the next laugh that wanted to escape me.
“He once wrecked a car just to have the paint redone because he didn’t like it,” his father, Luke, added on.
“They should have done the paint job right the first time.” Law huffed out.
Another laugh escaped me and I got shot a look that could kill, from across the table.
I kicked him under the table and took a sip from my glass. I went in for a second kick, just for good measure, but Law grabbed my foot this time and held it hostage. Here I was, with his parents sitting on either side of us and him now rubbing my foot, but damn did it feel good.
“So, Anya, Lawson says you dance.” Law’s mother, Cary, changed the topic.
I took another sip before answering, “I did. Ballet.”
“Did?” Luke asked next.
But Cary’s question won in on who I answered. “Professionally?”
“I’d been with the same company for a few years. I didn’t do any traditional ballets, though.” I smiled down at my wine glass thinking about the last ballet I was in and my body almost started to follow the moves from it on its own. It was imbedded in my blood. I wouldn’t be able to get rid of that feeling so easily, but when I thought about it again, it felt good to talk about dance in the past tense.
“You seem to love it.”
I smiled at Cary.
“I did love it. I’d done it almost my entire life. It was a part of me.” With each sentence the smile on my face grew but faltered when I looked over at Law. His eyes screamed sadness even though there was a smile plastered on his face. I kicked my foot a little, but he held it in place, not wavering once.
“What brings you here then?” Cary asked.
“This man.” I used my glass to point toward Law, who let a slight smile grace his lips.
“Our Lawson.” Cary hummed with appreciation. “How long are you here for, darlin’?”
I looked at Law but didn’t answer right away. I didn’t know how crazy I would sound if I told his parents I had up and moved my entire life here on a whim because I was in love with their son. Law’s face gave nothing away.
“I’m here through the weekend,” I answered. It was a safe answer.
Cary squinted her eyes at me and then took a sip of her own wine and said nothing more.
“I think it’s about time to head home. I have to leave early in the morning,” Law spoke up and let go of my foot. I pulled it back and drank down the last bit of my wine. You never let alcohol go to waste.
“Please have a safe trip.” Law’s mom made a grab for him, bringing him in for a bear hug. Or as much as she could with being even shorter than I was.
“Will you be going too?” Luke came up beside me where I stood next to the table.
I looked at Law for the answer, but he still had his back to me.
“I think I’ll be staying here. Checking out the local scenery.”
“I can come grab you for lunch tomorrow!” Cary added excitedly.
“I would love that.” I laughed out loud as Law grabbed for my hand to pull me toward the front door.
“I’ll see you guys when I get back,” Law shouted over his shoulder as he practically dragged me out the door and to his truck.
