“Who is she? And why haven’t I met her?”
“It’s new.”
“It doesn’t matter. My son, the child I gave life to, meets someone he likes enough to date—which never happens, I might add—then I think I have a right to know about it.”
She wasn’t messing around when she dropped the “gave him life” card. He checked the pantry for coffee. “Mom. Just give me a month or so to settle into things.”
Would they still be fake dating in a month? And why the hell did the possibility of the answer being a “no” feel like a gut punch?
“A month?” His mother’s voice softened. “Becket, I love you, and I want to meet the woman who’s made you proud enough to announce her as your girlfriend. So, Sunday night for dinner.”
“I don’t—”
“This isn’t negotiable, Becket. I’m meeting her.”
No coffee. He was getting a scolding from his mother, and he had no coffee.
“Okay.” The second the word was out, he wanted to bite it back. Lying to everyone else was one thing, but his mother? She always saw right through him.
“Good. Let me know her favorite food and I’ll make that. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
He hung up and blew out a long breath. Looked like Sky was having a meal with his family on Sunday. And now he needed a big cup of double-shot espresso.
He shoved his phone into his pocket and grabbed his keys as he headed out.
The car in front of her house was the first thing he saw. A blue Ford.
His gaze whipped over to Sky’s front door to see the asshole standing in front of her.
Tony.
Becket was moving before he could stop himself, crossing his yard into hers, never taking his eyes off them. He was only a few feet away when Tony grabbed her arm.
The fuck?
“Hey.”
Both Sky and Tony looked up, the jerk’s eyes narrowing on Becket. “Jesus Christ.”
“Take your hand off her.Now.”
“We’re having a conversation.”
Did he really just fucking ignore Becket’s command?
He grabbed the guy’s wrist. “Final warning: release her before I make you.”
“Will you just give us five—”
Becket squeezed, and the jerk cried out. The second his fingers released Sky, Becket twisted his arm behind his back and bent him over the porch railing.
Sky gasped. “Becket!”
Becket ignored Sky and leaned over Tony. “I’m going to let you go. But the next time I give you a warning and you don’t listen, I won’t be so forgiving.”
He released Tony and stepped back, making sure he remained between the asshole and Sky.
