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Again, Andrew looks at her with a silly grin.
“I date a lot of people. There’s a lot of me to go around. Don’t want no one to miss out.” He finishes with a wink.
I just shake my head at his antics. I love the man, but he is seriously depraved. His shirt for today is “I love lesbians. It means more hot guys for me.”
“Okay, look, I have someone I want to introduce you to, but if your plate is already full I wouldn’t want you to overindulge.” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
“Hold on now, wait a minute,” Andrew says, and slides next to Chris and throws an arm over her shoulder. “Who you got for me, baby?”
“Really, Andy? You are such a man whore,” I tease him. I wait for it, know that it’s coming. He absolutely hates being called Andy, and that’s why I do it. It’s always fun to rile him up.
And just as expected, I get a teething toy thrown at me. We all laugh and I pick up the toy to put back in the diaper bag.
“Well, you are,” I say, still laughing.
Giving me the evil eye, he says, “I don’t deny it, because let’s face it, I’m irresistible. Though I’m going to wash your mouth out with soap if you don’t stop cursing me like that.”
The thing is, Andrew is irresistible. He’s one of the hottest guysI’ve ever met. His chocolate-brown hair is shaggy and plenty long enough to grab and steer. Added to that are his pure-black seductive eyes and sexy-as-sin dimples. His body is a pure masterpiece. The man is, quite simply, a walking sex god. I know he’s made plenty of women cry over his sexual preference. Hell, if he were into women I might even consider giving him a try. Actually no, I probably wouldn’t. That would be like being with my brother. Gross! I flip him the bird and blow him a kiss at the same time, which causes him to squint at me.
“Okay, and moving on,” Chris says. “My brother is coming to town for a visit in a few weeks and I’d like to introduce you to him.”
“Oooh… now this sounds interesting,” Andrew says, tapping his chin and looking off into space.
“But the thing is, he just recently came out. It’s been really hard on him.” She glances over at me and then continues, “That’s why I wasn’t able to move up here as soon as I would have liked last year. Jase had just told our family and there was a huge argument. My dad went ballistic.”
Damn judgmental assholes. They automatically think if it’s different, then it’s wrong. I’m judged like that often because of all my tattoos and piercings. Not here in Jaded Hollow, but when I go to town, some people look at me weird. Fuck them all.
“I know it’s your parents, but screw them. They have no right to judge,” I tell her honestly.
She looks sad for a minute before she responds.
“I know. Some of the things my dad said were horrible. I’ve known for a while now, but Jase didn’t want to say anything. He knew our parents weren’t going to like it.”
Andrew squeezes her shoulder and kisses the side of her head. “Well, honey, you tell him to get his ass up here and all will be fine.”
“Yeah, Chris, from an outsider’s perspective, coming to Jaded Hollow was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Lord knows I have plenty to be judged on, but I never have been,” Karyn pipes in.
She’s right. Karyn does have plenty to be judged on. She moved here from California a couple of years ago. Her dad is in the local biker gang there. There was a lot of shady shit going on and, luckily, her dad is the type of dad who loves his daughter and got her out before she caught any backlash. Her dad is now in prison for murder.
“Would you all like to see a picture of him?” Chris asks, reaching over for her purse. After digging through it, she brings out a small picture book and pulls out one picture.
Andrew is the first to see and I hear a growl erupt from his chest. “Holy fucking shit! I’m hard from just looking at him.”
Chris chokes out a laugh while I just roll my eyes. I hear Karyn giggle.
Typical Andrew.
I reach for the picture, but Andrew snatches it back. “Back off. Get your own.”
“Give it over, Andy.” I wiggle my fingers in his direction.
For the first time he doesn’t come back with a retort. Instead, he’s studying the picture like his life depends on it. Okay, not so typical Andrew.
“When did you say he’s coming to visit you?” he asks Chris, without looking away from the picture.
“I’m not sure of the date yet, sometime in the next few weeks.”
“Let me know once you do. He’s mine once he gets here.”
