Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Kinsley, wake up.”
I hear Shane’s voice, but it’s so hard to open my eyes. The number of times he made me come last night left me in an orgasm-induced coma that I wasn’t sure I’d ever wake from.
His hand glides down my side and settles on my hip, and I snuggle closer to him, loving how hard yet comforting his body is.
“Sour Patch,” he says with a chuckle. “As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you, Katie and Eric had their baby last night, and my parents are on their way, so we can go to the hospital to see them.”
At the mention of his parents, I freeze. I knew he had parents. He talks about them all the time. They even live next door to him. But I’ve never spoken to or met them because they’ve been traveling in their RV all over the country.
“Hey,” Shane says softly. “If you don’t want to go to the hospital, it’s okay. Nobody would fault you for not wanting to—”
“It’s not that,” I tell him, rolling over so I can look at him. “I’m okay with meeting the baby. But I’ve never met your parents. Do they even know who I am?”
Shane’s brows furrow, and then a grin spreads across his face. “Of course they know about you.” He shakes his head. “I’ve told them all about you, and Taylor has, too, and they can’t wait to meet you. They texted that after we leave the hospital, they’d love to go to breakfast.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I’ve never met anyone’s parents before,” I admit sheepishly. “Brandon’s parents lost custody of him when he was younger, so he didn’t have any family, and before him, I’d only dated a few guys, but it was never serious enough to meet the parents. I just hope yours like me.”
Shane smiles. “Kins, they’re going to love you. How could they not?” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “They already know their son has fallen in love with you.”
His words cause butterflies to swarm in my belly. I turn into him, hooking my leg over his, and he chuckles.
“As much as I would love to be inside you, they’re actually due to arrive any minute.”
“What?” I shriek, sitting up. “How did they get here so fast?”
“They left their RV with friends, so they can return to it. It would’ve taken them days to drive back, so they flew. Taylor is getting ready, and they should be here soon, if they haven’t already arrived.”
Holy shit, I’m meeting his parents today!
I jump out of bed and into the shower. Shane joins me, but I don’t try anything, knowing his parents might have to wait on us if we don’t hurry up.
Thankfully, I have enough clothes here that I can pick out something nice to wear. While I’m doing my makeup, Taylor yells that her grandparents are here, and Shane says we’ll be down soon.
I love that he didn’t leave me to walk down alone, proving once again that he’s always thinking about me.
Once we’re both ready, he takes my hand in his, and we head downstairs. The sound of laughter fills the space, and I can’t help but smile when I hear it. The way Taylor and her grandparents are talking and laughing reminds me of my family. They’re clearly close.
“Son!” His dad comes over and gives Shane a bear hug when he sees us. “And you must be the infamous Kinsley.”
He steps back, and I’m able to take him in. His eyes are brown, like Shane’s, and he’s about the same height as his son. He’s not as muscular and toned as Shane, but it’s clear that, even at his age, he’s fit. Shane mentioned he used to own a construction company that he sold when they retired.
“That’s me,” I breathe out, my heart thumping behind my rib cage as I pray his parents like me. I’ve heard horror stories about parents not liking their child’s significant other. One time, Natalia dated this guy whose parents hated her and despite him really liking her, he broke up with her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Evans,” I say, trying to be polite while extremely nervous.
“Oh, nonsense.” He shakes his head. “Family calls me Pop.” He leans in closer, like he’s about to tell me a secret. “And I hear you’re pretty damn close to being family.”
“Kurt,” an older woman, who must be Shane’s mom, chides. “Don’t scare her away.”
She steps over to me. “I’m Cathy, but you can call me Grams.”
She smiles warmly, and I know immediately where Shane gets his smile from.
“Has my son been courting you properly?” Cathy asks.
“Dad’s trying.” Taylor laughs. “But he’s not very good at it. I told him he should read a couple of my romance books.”
Shane groans, and I laugh.