Reunion With The Billionaire Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Romance)
big deal, thank you.”
    Then, taking advantage, I kissed her cheek before going back to my seat. The whole time her dad eyed me curiously and Ma’s eyes watered like she knew what was going on. Hell, she did. I never hid anything from her. Not like she did me. Charlie seemed at a loss until her dad cleared his throat.
    “Well, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
    Charlie laughed and sat down, her discomfort receding. “You’re always starving, aren’t’ you?”
    I patted my hard stomach. “Hell, yeah. I’m still a growing boy.”
    Her dad laughed and shook his head. “You’re no boy any more, Ash.”
    “Nah, but I still eat like I did when I was sixteen.”
    “Better be careful or it will catch up to you,” he said and patted his own belly.
    “I’ll keep it in mind.”
    Ma got up and Charlie followed her into the kitchen. Her dad turned serious. “She’s fragile, Ash. If you aren’t serious about her then keep your dick in your pants. Charlie has been through a lot, and normally I would want to tear you apart for all the things you’re thinking, but I know you’re a good man, and that’s what she needs. I’ll also admit I’m not too comfortable with the idea of you two together right now. Please refrain from putting your hands all over her in front of me.”
    My eyes widened. I guess I wasn’t too discreet with how I felt. “Yes, sir. And for the record, this isn’t a new feeling I have for her. Also we aren’t blood-related. You married my mother and we were both already adults. There should be no reason to have an issue with us being together, but I’ll respect your wishes.”
    The women came back and our conversation was cut off. He nodded but the frown was still present. I knew it would be tough to win her dad over. I got that people might think it was weird, but mostly no one had really put it together, and probably wouldn’t, and if they did he didn’t care. It wasn’t like we had any of the same DNA. Frankly, it was nobody’s damn business. It wasn’t against the law.
    I watched her every move and the more I watched the more I wanted to be alone with her. I was ready for the dinner to be done so I could follow her home. I had every intention of showing her just how much I wanted her. I’d wanted to taste her lips even back then, but the one time I tried to kiss her before, she’d pulled away and then didn’t see me for nearly a week.
    I knew she could feel my stare, and she did a good job of ignoring me. I sat back and listened to Ma talking. I wanted the kind of love our parents had. They were so loving and sweet that it was on the verge of being sickening, but I still wanted that feeling. I knew I could have that with Charlie.
    Dinner lasted an hour too long, and then of course Charlie had to help Ma clean up. By the time they were done I had enough of sitting around. Her dad hadn’t talked to me much after his warning. I respected him, but she was a grown woman. If she didn’t want to be with me, she’d had to tell me. Then the reasoning would have to make sense, because I was determined, and I could argue my way out of pretty much any circumstance.
    Finally she came into the kitchen and hugged her dad and kissed him on the cheek. She glanced at me and waved. “See ya tomorrow, right?”
    Yeah. I had forgotten about our dinner. She’d see me tomorrow all right. When I woke up next to her. I’d have the whole day with her. I smiled. “Yep. Are you heading home?”
    “Yeah, I’m pretty exhausted.”
    “Let me walk you out.”
    She shook her head. “That’s okay.”
    I stood up. “No, I insist.”
    She shrugged and waved at Ma before walking outside. I placed my hand on her lower back just because I needed to touch her and led her to her car.
    “You really didn’t need to do that. I was capable of talking myself to my car.”
    “I know, but I wanted to ask you somethin’.”
    She unlocked her door and faced me. “Sure?”
    “Can I follow you home?”
    Her eyes widened.

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