“Well make yourself useful and finish helping me set the table.”
“Sorry.” Alyssia drops her hand onto my arm. “I hope he didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
Covering her hand with mine, I lean down and brush my lips across hers. A tiny gasp that I want so bad to catch with my mouth passes her lips.
“Your uncle really loves you,” I tell her.
That’s the only reason his interrogation didn’t piss me off. He’s looking out for her the best way he knows how. If I know Alyssia like I believe I do, she didn’t make it easy for him to be there for her.
I brush my lips against hers again.
“Paella and the salad are done. Let’s eat.”
CHAPTER 29
Alyssia
“Wait, I need to get one more picture,” I tell my uncles, holding up my hands right before they leave out for the night.
They’re going to the Monte-Carlo casino and staying at the hotel for the night.
“Now you sound like my husband,” Uncle Theo says, cutting his eyes over to Owen who chuckles.
“I’m rubbing off on her.”
“You two look so handsome in your tuxedos.” I wave off Uncle Owen’s offer to use his camera for the pictures. “I’ll use my phone.”
I don’t even have to ask as they pose arm in arm, as if they’ve done this thousands of times before. Which, of course they have.
Travis moves to my side, arms folded as he watches my uncles posing. Whether it’s his nearness or the easy smile on his lips that causes the hair on my arms to stand on ends, I can’t figure it out.
A sigh falls from my lips as he leans in closer, his hand dropping to the small of my back as if it belongs there.
“They’re quite a pair,” he says only loud enough for me.
“One more for the road,” I say when Uncle Theo grows impatient, asking if I’m done.
In the last photo, I laugh and snap more photos when Uncle Owen steals a kiss from Uncle Theo, catching him off guard.
“Alright, kids, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I tell them as I wave, Travis holding the door open for them.
Uncle Owen’s eyes drop to my belly. “What is it you wouldn’t do again?” He squints at me.
My eyes bulge, and I cover my mouth with my hand.
“Get out of this door.” Uncle Theo shoves Owen’s shoulder.
He gives me one last kiss on the cheek and they head out. Travis and Uncle Theo exchange a silent glance at one another.
As soon as the door closes, I push out a breath and rush to the couch. “Thank goodness.”
I lean down and start rubbing my feet.
“What’s wrong?” Travis asks, concern lacing his words.
“Nothing, just my feet were, um …” I trail off when he gives me a look.
He sits, pulling my feet onto his lap, and he starts massaging them.
