“Oh, let me get that for you.” Jay smiles and opens the door. He pats Darin’s arm twice. “Have fun, Worley Bird.”
“Uh, okay.” Darin’s eyes meet mine. “Guess we’re having dinner.”
I drop my eyes to the plates of food and step out onto the porch. “Looks like.”
Jay’s grin widens. “Definitely do something I’d do.”
I snap my head toward my wonderful nephew with my mouth open. Jay wiggles his eyebrows and closes the door.
Chapter 19
Worley
Someone seriously needs to explain to me what just happened. Then again, I’m not an idiot. My club Enforcer and his mother are meddling. He and I will have a little chat tomorrow. The look on Nina’s face tells me she didn’t see this coming either.
“Darin?”
“Huh?”
“The door.” She nods, motioning to it.
“Right.” I fumble for my keys and unlock it. “Let me get those.”
I take the containers from her as she steps inside. The food is still hot, so I set the plates on the table. I’m not sure what to say to her. Jay and Lauren put us in an awkward spot here.
“Sorry about that. My sister knows no boundaries sometimes.”
“It’s okay. What would you like to drink?” I hang my coat up and open the little fridge.
“Sweet tea.”
“I don’t have tea.”
“I’ll get it. Be right back.” She’s out the door before I can turn around.
Sweet tea does sound good. Hopefully, she won’t punch her sister and nephew while she’s in there. I better stop her. She’s back by the time I open the door, carrying two large glasses of sweet tea. Okay. Nobody needed saving. That’s good. I motion to the table and pull the chair out for her.
“You sure you don’t mind doing this?”
“What? Having dinner with you?” I sit across from her.
“I didn’t plan this.” Her voice and eyes drop.
“Hey.” I tap my finger on the table and wait for her to look at me. “Having dinner with you is the highlight of my day.” Maybe even my week, but she doesn’t need to know that.”
Her lips part on a small gasp. Yeah, I feel the same way. We’re crossing lines and boundaries here, ones we can’t uncross. I just don’t know how to stop it. Honestly, I’m not sure I want it to stop. I mean, I should stop it. I don’t always do what I should, though.
“Mine, too,” she says softly. “I mean, having dinner with you, not me.”
“Yeah?” I chuckle, letting her off the hook, and remove the lids from the plates. “You have an angel inside. We should enjoy this while we can.”
She hops up and grabs forks from a drawer. “You’re right. Everything Lauren cooks is awesome.”
She sounds a little hurt. I’m an idiot.
“I meant, we should enjoy the time we have before you have to go back inside. I didn’t mean the food.”
She presses her lips together and nods. It still feels awkward. Leave it to me to put us in this position. I need to fix this. Can’t have a pretty woman disappointed in me.
