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“Hey,” he pointed out. “What are you thinkin’ about over there?”
“Well, for starters, how did you convince me to go home with you again? Oak Island, North Carolina. Can’t say I’ve ever been there.”
He smiled. “You’re gonna love it.”
“And they know I’m coming, right?”
He nodded. “They know.”
Taking the opportunity, I questioned, “What do they know exactly?”
He smiled again. “They know you’re important to me.”
I smirked. “Do they know who I am? Considering my father’s name is splashed all over the news.”
“I don’t lie to my family, Sloan.”
“They don’t know the life you lead.”
“They never asked.”
“Why is that?”
“’Cause I’m a grown-ass man.”
“No.” I shook my head. “There’s more to it than that.”
He changed the subject. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
I playfully blushed. “Once or twice.”
I never met someone’s parents before, and I didn’t know how to dress for the occasion. Instead of dwelling on it too much, I wore a blue babydoll dress with a flower print with wedge sandals and left my hair down.
The shiner on my face was healing, but I tried to cover it up as best as I could. Wearing my hair down made it easier to cover my cheek. Now that we officially left the security of his home, I was beginning to flip the hell out.
I wanted his family to like me, and I kept thinking about how he was a Jameson, so my identity wasn’t abnormal for them. Other than a few brief phone calls I’d seen him on, Luke spent most of his time with me, which required little to no thought.
I think we were exhausted, and it was enough to be in each other’s company. We basically didn’t leave his bedroom. We were Netflix and chilling without the sex.
Coming to the realization I couldn’t hide anymore, I decided to go home with him. Better meet them now rather than later.
After all, Luke brought me back to life…
The ride to his father’s motorcycle clubhouse wasn’t far from Creed’s home, where we left our stuff. His house was right on the water, and I loved it so much. It reminded me of the estate we used to stay in during the summers, my safe place along with music.
His place was decorated nicely with a woman’s touch which I imagine was his mom and sister since he said they helped him with the design. He even had a throw blanket on his bed and couches. The four-bedroom, three-bath property was stunning.
“How many homes do you own?” I asked, leaning against the railing on his bedroom balcony.
I’d now be living on here just to watch the waves crash against the water. We’d be sleeping with the door open tonight. I used to lay my head in my mom’s lap, and she’d play with my hair while we stared up at the stars. It was some of my favorite memories with her. She used to love the ocean, saying it had healing power.
The irony that Luke brought me here wasn’t lost on me.
“This is my only home, darlin’. The rest are investments.”
“Even your place in Miami?”
“I spent most of my time in Miami, and it feels more like home with you in my bed.”
