“Shut up, we’re family after all… well,” I glance at the ring on my finger. “Soon-to-be…” I turn to the TV hearing “once upon a December” playing behind me. “Anastasia! I love this!”
Apparently, Scott does too since he starts singing along.
My phone buzzes in my jeans pocket and I quickly fish it out.
Aiden:Raven is coming for dinner x
Katie:No problem. X
The dots dance about the screen, disappear then reappear for a few minutes before his message comes through.
Aiden:Are the cackling hens still there?
Katie:Be nice!
Aiden:I’m always nice!
Katie:If by nice you mean an insufferable prick…
Aiden:You’re going over my knee for that!
Katie:You’ve got to try harder with my friends!
He sends me back an angry face emoji in response.
Tough shit. If I can accept the fact that he abducts, tortures and murders people, then he can put on his big boy pants and have dinner with my friends.
I make my way back into the kitchen and toss on an extra garlic bread to go with the lasagna.
“How fat do you think we are?” Maria cackles, already at the bottom of her wine glass. She’ll probably have to stay tonight. I might stick her in the bed with me just to piss Aiden off.
“Aiden’s bringing a friend,” I throw over my shoulder, closing the oven door and turning to the baffled expressions in the room.
“You mean he has some?” Becky chortles.
“Craig?” Ciara presses.
“No. Raven,” they all stare at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
Maria is the first to speak. “Please tell me that’s not his real name.”
“I don’t think so,” I shrug, hearing a key turn in the door, I step into the hallway and I’m immediately greeted by a freshly showered Aiden and the striking scent of lemons that seems to come from his every orifice. He leans in and I pull back, “Wow, what the hell did you do?”
Aiden’s hands clamp down on either side of my face, his tongue invading my mouth, because how dare I not allow him to kiss me despite knowing he has clearly done some sketchy shit.
When he pulls back, I notice his gaze flicking over my shoulder. Turning, I notice Maria, Becky and Ciara all peering out of the kitchen, all looking at Raven.
“You did tell them that he is not on the menu tonight?”
I smirk against his lips. “They’re just curious.”
“Thirsty bitches,” Aiden scoffs, linking our fingers together and walking me into the kitchen.
That’s it now. He’s home. I won’t be let out of his sight untilhe must leave again. “Make yourself at home,” Aiden tosses over his shoulder. “Robbie should be inside if you want to go and sit with him.”
Raven nods, seemingly grateful for the excuse to scurry away from the ogling women.
I mean he’s cute yeah, but he’s not THAT cute.
