“I have a sister who is a trouble maker.” My smile widened. “And she’s the middle child.” I gave him a questioning look.
“You’re fucking perceptive, Dev. Yeah. I’m the middle kid.”
I’d honed my instincts over the years. I was the oldest of five sisters. Blazing the way in our family had been my job. I swore my youngest sister, Audrey, had it far easier for the trials I put my parents through. My mom claimed I wore them down.
It wasn’t like I’d been a bad kid, but I’d been all the firsts for them. The first to date. The first to move away to college. And now? The first to give them a grandchild. I swallowed hard as I remembered the way Mom had wrapped me up in a hug when I’d told my parents I was pregnant. Dad had tried to pry Bolo’s name out of me. That had gotten awkward fast.
“How many sisters you have?”
“Four.”
“Damn.” He arched a brow in my direction. “Your parents were busy.”
I made a face. As much as I admired my parents’ relationship I didn’t want to think about them having sex. “We’re all very close,” I told him.
“Yeah? That’s good.”
“Yeah. In fact,” I smiled, “Dad tried to pry your name out of me once I told them I was pregnant.”
“Wanted to kick my ass, huh?” An amused grin spread over his handsome face.
“Yup. Kind of irritated him to realize I didn’t have your real name or your location.”
“He could’ve called me. You have my number.”
“Like I’d tell him that,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “I don’t need him getting involved.”
“How big is your dad?”
I glared at him. “Not as big as you. Don’t you even think about it.”
He shrugged. “I’d never start anything with him. But I’m not about to let a man come after me and not defend myself. Not even an old man.”
“He’s not that old,” I muttered.
“My dad’s old. Yours must be around the same age.”
I laughed. “I’m sure your dad would appreciate knowing you think he’s old.”
“Tell him all the time. Pisses him right off.” He chuckled.
“Youarea troublemaker. Your nickname is starting to make a lot of sense.”
“Yeah, troublemaker is a nice way of putting it. My mom calls me an asshole.”
I gasped, then relaxed when I saw the smile on his face.
“She says it with all the love in the world, but she knows her sons well. Iaman asshole. And she only started calling me one once I was an adult.”
“Good to know,” I told him in a wry tone.
“We’re here.”
He parked and I got out of the car, pressing a hand to my stomach. Just standing up had made a wave of nausea roll over me. That had started happening within the last week. I never knew it was possible to throw up so violently until now.
“You okay?”
Looking over, I saw that Bolo had already come around the car and was watching me with an astute gaze. “I’m fine.”
