I raise an eyebrow, surprised he’s agreed.
“For tonight.” Liam drops one more kiss on my lips. “Goodnight.”
Eight
Liam
“Are you sure your dad is okay with me joining you for dinner?”
“Yes, for the umpteenth time, my mom and dad are expecting you to join us.” Bristol already has her clothes pulled on, black pants and a dark-purple blouse.
“Should I be dressing up?” I glance her over. She’s not exactly in jeans and a t-shirt. I feel underdressed to meet her parents.
Bristol shrugs. “Wear whatever you want, but we need to head out soon, or we’ll be late.”
I cringe. The last thing I want is to make a bad impression. I grab a sweater, pulling it on over my t-shirt. The jeans are at least nice ones; they’re dark denim and there aren’t any holes. Parents tend to frown at that sort of thing, I know my own father would gripe over it.
Escorting Bristol to my car, I open her door, letting her slip inside. She suppresses a yawn. I feel it too. Zeke waking up several times during the night, howling in terror, made it hard to get a good night’s sleep.
And boy, was I tired after our festivities last night.
I can’t believe Bristol and I had sex. I’m still smiling, tired and all, but it was worth it. She is always worth it.
I hurry to the driver’s side, and we head toward her parents’ house. Bristol gives me directions.
Any other girl, and I’d be asking if they grew up here, but I know Bristol’s past. We share a history together.
We listen to the radio, the music keeping away any awkward silence on the drive over. I’m too hyper-focused on the fact that I’m going to meet her father, which has me white-knuckling the steering wheel.
I don’t like feeling nervous, but he’s a billionaire and I’m, well, I’m clearly not.
“When did your parents buy a place out here?” I ask.
“Last year, I guess. I thought Mom was renting the place, but turns out they bought it.” Bristol fiddles with her long, dark tresses. “The whole moving out here thing, honestly, it threw me. I didn’t expect it from either one of them.”
“Are they both living in Breckenridge?” I ask.
“Mom lives here full-time. I’m not sure if their marriage is rocky or what. I’ve never seen them apart for more than five minutes when I was growing up. I feel like something is going on.”
I reach for her hand, giving it a squeeze. “I’m sure everything will be fine.”
She purses her lips and nods. “I love them both. I just want them to be happy, and it seems weird that the two of them apart is doing that…”
Her words trail off and I glance at her.
“Make a right up here.” She continues giving me directions up to the cabin in the forest.
It’s isolated, private, but the view is stunning from the top of the mountainside.
I park the car, but neither of us get out just yet.
Bristol looks at me, concern evident in her gaze. “I just hope they’re not bringing me here to announce they’re getting a divorce.”
I don’t know her parents to ascertain if that’s even a possibility. “Together or apart, you know that they love you.”
She forces a smile. “I know. Still hurts worrying about them.” She unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs out of the car.
I follow, coming around to wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her close. I let her walk up the front steps first. I’m right behind her, my hand on the small of her back.
