Page 91 of Hunted: Season Two
Whowould I ever ask?
Typically, it’d be Nolan, but given the circumstances I need an outside hand.
Do I justGoogleit?
“And since we’re talking about Christmas…” Nolan leads the conversation along with the stroll to the front door. “How would you two feel about having dinner at the Garcias that night?”
Against my own volition my body stops mid step yet – thankfully – my mouth remains sealed shut.
Is this a fucking joke?!
Do I wanna spend our first Christmas together as…a couple…thrupple…whatever…with the asshole I’m still struggling to accept knows the love of my life apparently better than I do?
No.
That doesn’t sound like a jolly St. Nick sort of time.
That sounds like a “Grandma Got Runover by An Eighteen-Wheeler She Mistook for a Pack of Reindeer” round of fucked up.
“His parents invited us over,” he swiftly explains, hand wrapped around the handle. “And with Rabbit and Val becoming friends, I thought it might be a good idea.” His shoulders nonchalantly bounce. “Plus, I uh…I kind of wanna introduce them to you both.” Nolan’s gaze oscillates between us. “Have them…get to…meet the most important people to me.” The nervous quiver in his tone is subtle. But there. “The…other…parents to their…honorary grandchild.”
To my surprise, our girl coos, “Aw…our little gets to have grandparents?!”
“They do,” Nolan warmly concurs. “In fact, they’ve already started fucking shopping for it.”
It’s my turn to have adoration in my voice. “Seriously?”
“It andyou.” Our eyes lock. “According to them you are dueseveralgifts for me not bringing you by sooner.” The corner of his lip kicks upward. “Assuming I get to bring you by now.” Transitioning into impossible to say no territory immediately happens next. “And if not, they understand. And I uh…I understand. I just…” He clears his throat to buy himself a moment. “You wanna know that part of me that you don’t and um…I want you to too, Kid.”
Bunny’s fingertips flexing against mine in encouragement prompt me to affectionally nod. “Yeah.” I swallow the tiny bit of lingering resistance. “We can have Christmas dinner with them.”
Seeing his dark gaze brighten in excitement gets my system purring again. “I’ll let ‘em know.”
“AndI’lldo the shopping!” Bunny enthusiastically exclaims. “You two can hardly be trusted to buy shit formelet alone other non-car people.”
“That’s why wehave you,” Nolan pokes upon opening the door.
“You have me because you needed money, and I needed a tow.”
“I didn’t need money, but youdefinitelyneeded a tow.”
“No, I couldusea tow. Youdefinitelyneeded the business.”
“Or,” good naturedly interrupting them is done between snickers, “we have you and you have us because Christmas simply came early this year…”
“Ugh,” Bunny girlishly groans and pulls me closer, “you sound like a Mariah Carey Christmas song that I didn’t know I needed.” Smugness starts to slide onto my face but is abruptly stopped by a firm finger point. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who Mariah Carey is.”
“Anyone who’s ever been in a fucking department store during the holidays knows who she is,” I chortle as we descend down the stairs.
“Yeah, how the fuck did she just conquer Christmas like that?” Nolan tosses us an amused expression. “Did she seduce Santa?” Our arrival in the garage is accompanied by more chuckles. “Isthatwhat her ‘Oh, Santa’ song is really about?”
“The fact that you knowthat songactually turns me on a little bit,” our girl confesses with a wicked smirk.
“You two don’t have to play tag team cock tease,” he mirthfully grunts prior to gesturing his hand towards the driveway. “You can just put fucking coal in my stocking instead.”
Initially, we laugh together; however, mine is cut short by the surprising sight that’s behind his truck. “Is that a fuckin’ minivan?”
“Yup.”