Fuck: You Owe Me: 20

She heard someone answer. "Hello?" Laura looked up and saw Chris leaning against the kitchen doorway, phone in hand. He'd changed into a t-shirt and jeans. He wore casual well. She smiled quickly. He smiled back. "Yeah, mom. I don't know." He set the phone against his shoulder. "How long till dinner?"

"Six o'clock," Laura answered.

"Laura's says six," he said into the phone, then nodded. "Take your time." He hung up, then loud enough for Jack to hear: "Mom's on her way."

"Okee-dokee."

Keeping a cautious eye on Jack, Chris walked over behind Laura and wrapped his arms around her in a big bear hug. She tensed slightly; she hoped he couldn't feel it. "Hey," he whispered with a smile. He kissed her cheek.

She shrugged him away, motioning to her father. "Not now, stupid." He bit at her earlobe playfully. "I'm serious."

He let go. "Sorry." He went over to the drawer where the placemats were and began setting the table. "You having a beer, Jack?"

"Please. Thanks."

Chris headed for the refrigerator in the garage where they kept the Lager. Laura set the knife down and wiped her eyes again. Shit. Fucking onions.

"Excellent job, kiddo."

Dinner was chicken stir fry, Jack's favorite, and he nodded approval as he chewed. "Really. Excellent job."

"It is good," Chris agreed. He sat across from Laura and smiled warmly when she looked up.

She offered a slight smile back. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Lisa set down the magazine she was reading and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"Nothing. Headache."

Want tarraspini?""

She shook her head. "I'll be fine." She pointed to her plate with her fork. "Where'd you get the garlic?"

Laura shrugged. "We stopped on the way back from the game this morning."

Jack looked up. "You went to the game?"

Laura stopped chewing and swallowed. "Becky and I went."

Chris looked over at Jack.

"Huh." Jack scooped up a fresh helping. "Didn't think you liked soccer."

Chris looked at Laura.

bored." She glanced at Chris. He raised an eyebrow.

swirls in the rice with

want for dinner tomorrow?"

I don't even know if

but no one noticed. Lisa gave Laura's forearm a pat. "Well, I appreciate you taking care of

been busy.

thought, I will

he swallowed, wiping

"Oh yeah?"

getting together

don't know, maybe,"

"Gonna see a movie?"

"We'll see."

were heroine night,"

but her gaze was hard and direct.

night." Then he added

in stride. "That's

again. Lisa returned and sat down, oblivious to

tonight?" Laura asked as she dug back into her

at them for another second before

started laughing. They all stopped and looked at him. He rubbed his head nervously and shrugged.

I got the steed

place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on

impressed. "How'd you swing that?" he said

said. Abby was his twin sister. The steed was her new Maserati. Their family was disgustingly rich. And

"That's rare lately."

a

his watch. It was a little after 7:00. Jack was downstairs watching TV. Lisa was taking a nap in an attempt to quiet

the time it had come to do the dishes, she had made it abundantly clear that he was

she felt like talking. Since dinner had started,

my face on," Simon said. "Forty-five

feel like a bowl

got a Maserati," came Simon's

hung up. There was a

came in. "Okay, we're leaving." She

watch again.

kissed his forehead. "Check again. It's after eight. We'll be back around midnight." And

an hour behind? The second hand was

the garage door open then close as his parents left. When he heard them make the turn

about talking to Laura. He didn't like her being upset with him, but at the same time,

the same time, as long as she was mad, he wasn't going to see any action. And maybe that's what it all boiled

No. He loved her.

bell rang. He went downstairs to answer it. When he opened the door,

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