“Fuck!”
“I don’t know why you’re so worried.”
“Because it would just be my luck that she shows up.”
“If she shows up…then-”
“If who shows up?” Lizzy asks, walking in, putting her hair up in a bun.
“Mother.”
“Your mom is coming?” She blows out a cool breath.
“No. She’s not coming,” Beckett asserts.
“Becks here, thought it would be a good idea to invite her.”
“I love your mom to pieces, but why?”
“It wasn’t even a full invite. I said I’d invite you, but…”
“But what?”
“But nothing. She cut me off and said no thanks. Because she doesn’t drive anywhere!”
Lizzy laughs. “This would be the one time she does.”
Beckett says sarcastically, “Ok. Everlee.”
Lizzy shrugs her shoulder.
“I forgot what it’s like having you both around each other for long periods of time. There’s like a symbiosis that happens and you meld.” He shivers his shoulders.
“I can’t even play anymore.” I sit the darts down.
“I feel like the real reason your leaving is because it’s been over ten minutes since you’ve seen your men and you’re hungry for cock, but you’re using this as a reason to make me feel bad.” He points his finger in the air. “When you’re in your sixties, I won’t be inviting you to any beach parties. I’ll remember this!”
“Ugh!” I stomp out of the room and down the stairs.
How does he not get that any hint of an invitation is a bad thing? Fuck. I need a drink.
Emmett is down in the kitchen, cutting up some vegetables, when he looks at me. He lays the knife down and walks over to me and cups my cheeks. “What’s wrong? Who did it?”
“Beckett. He semi-invited my mother as a friendly gesture.”
“Invited her… here?”
“Yes!”
He blows out a cool breath.
“He’s not worried because she never drives anywhere, especially on her own, and this is more than an hour away.”
“Where’s your dad?”
“Some business trip for a week, so she’s alone. Which is why he was trying to be nice.”
“Do you want a drink?”
