"Cam."
"Ugh. Fine. I'll go to dinner with you. And I'll behave in front of Jacks. But if your mom says anything nasty to me, I'm sneaking into the living room and moving all her pillows and knick knacks around and I expect you to serve as a distraction."
His mother was adamant that nothing in the formal rooms of her house was out of place. If a single pillow wasn't properly angled on the couch, she would spend a good five minutes fluffing and adjusting them. The pretty vases and figurines set about the house were in exact positions on each piece of furniture and any cleaning staff were required to replace them precisely where they'd been before.
If I went through her living room, moving things around, it would drive her nuts as she tried to get everything back the way she wanted it.
Maybe that meant I was petty, but the woman had never been nice to me a day in her life and I'd known her as long as I'd known Brody. I barely tolerated her and, in this instance, I would only because I knew it meant something to the man I loved. God, that was going to take some getting used to. I'd spent a lot of time over the last ten years trying to get over my crush on him and now I'd actually gone and fallen in absolute, unyielding love with him.
And there was the fact that she would escalate to calling me personally if I refused. Because Brody wouldn't lie for me. It was one of the things I both loved and hated about him. If I ever committed a crime, he would hire the best lawyer money could buy for me, but he wouldn't lie to the cops and give me an alibi.
It was both admirable and irritating.
"I'll call you in a couple of days with the details," Brody said, studying my mouth.
When he leaned in, I put my fingers over his lips. "Uh-uh, buddy. No kisses for you. The mood has officially been ruined."
His eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement. "Then maybe you should give me a chance to rekindle it."
"I don't know. I mean, I'll probably spend the whole time thinking of your mother."
He groaned and let his head fall back on the couch. "Damn. You've nuked any chance. Now, I'll be thinking of my mother."
I grinned at him and patted his cheek. "That was kind of the point."
I shrieked when he dug his fingers into my ribs and ended up on the floor when I tried to escape his tickling hands.
"You asshole!" I yelled.
"Shhhh," he hushed me, a finger to his lips. "You'll wake up Jacks."
I pointed a finger at him. "You just wait. You will pay for that."
I leaped to my feet and attacked.
