3
Natasha
The family photos outside the church are a painful reminder of just how closely Joshua and I are related. His younger brother Cameron comes up behind me and grabs me in an embrace and spins me around.
“Tassshhh,” he laughs as he pulls me under his arm and kisses my hair. I smile and put my arm around his waist. This is a normal cousin relationship. A distasteful thought flashes through my mind as the word incest rolls my stomach. My god, how can I be so physically attracted to a relative, and I’m not imagining it. It’s overbearing. I have never experienced it before. It’s as if my body has a spiritual connection with his and my mind is being totally left out of the equation, making no sense or reason. I frown as I sum up the events so far and I’m shocked to my core. I knew I found him attractive before. But now, now the attraction is unbearable.
Josh comes over and kisses Bridget. “Didge.” He smiles. This is the pet name the Stanton boys call her.
She grabs him in an embrace. “Josh.” She laughs. “I’ve missed you.”
He smiles, “Of course, who wouldn’t.” He winks.
She rolls her eyes. “You still have tickets on yourself.” They both laugh as she slaps him. My mother comes over and grabs him in an embrace. I can’t hear what they are saying but she has her hands on his cheeks as she speaks. My eyes are transfixed as I watch the comfortable interaction. This is the first time as an adult it is actually sinking in, fuck we are related. My family love him too. I’m such an idiot. After a minute of speaking to my mum he turns to me and dips his head.
“Natasha.” He smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek. He rests his hands on my waist as he pulls me into him. I lean into him and put my hands around his neck. His lips linger a little too long on my cheek and my heart stops. I close my eyes as I try to control my breathing before I gather my senses and pull away. We have a familiarity with each other that is still present. I know he feels it too, as he rubs his forehead with obvious discomfort. Discomfort at what our body language has just revealed to each other without a word spoken.
Two men are with Joshua who I’ve not met before. He introduces them to Bridget and my mum and dad and then heads over to me.
“This is Ben and Adrian.” He smiles to me. “They are friends of mine who work with me in America.” I smile and shake their hands. “And this is Natasha.” He smiles. He seems nervous and I see them glance at each other. Adrian comes forward. He’s athletic, tall and blond, immaculately groomed and dressed.
He holds his hand out. “Hello.” He smiles. I smile back as we shake hands. I feel comfortable instantly—he’s got a sort of honest quality about him. He looks at the other guy, Ben, as if to prompt him to shake my hand, but Ben is just staring at me. My eyes flick back to Adrian. Josh has turned around to talk to his brother. Adrian smiles and shakes his head. “He’s not used to seeing such a gorgeous woman.”
Ben snaps out of it. “Oh sorry, I was miles away.” He shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you,” he says in a heavy accent.
I raise my eyebrows. “English?” I ask.
“No, South African.”
“Ahh.” I smile. “So, you guys work with Josh?” I ask.
“Um.” Adrian laughs. “Ben is his bodyguard, and I am his PA.”
“Ohh.” I smile, slightly shocked. “Why does Josh need a bodyguard?” I ask.
They shoot each other a look. “Oh, you know.” Adrian smiles. “Paparazzi and whatnot.”
“Ohh,” I answer as I nod, feeling stupid.
“So, Natasha,” Adrian asks, “what do you do?”
“I’m a clinical psychologist.”
They both look at each other again. “Oh god,” Adrian laughs. “Don’t psychoanalyze me, you’ll find out I’m crazy.”
I clink my glass to his. “You and me both. Don’t worry, I won’t tell if you don’t.” He giggles and hunches up his shoulders. I do like him. Joshua rejoins us. He has both hands in his suit pants and he still looks nervous. I can’t help it, I’m watching Ben and Adrian who are trying to communicate something to each other without speaking, something about Josh. My eyes turn back to Josh who’s watching me silently. Adrian smiles again and hunches his shoulders as if he’s excited about something. What’s going on here?
“Can I get you a drink?” Ben asks Josh.
“No thanks, I will wait till after the speeches.”
“Yeah right, good idea,” he smiles.
Cameron, Josh’s little brother, comes over and grabs me from behind and kisses the back of my head. He’s over six foot so he’s not really so little. He has his hand around my waist as he addresses the boys. I see Josh’s gaze drop to where his hand is on my waist. He raises his eyebrows at Cameron who instantly removes his hand…what.
“So, you boys have both met our beautiful cousin Natasha?” He smiles at Josh and winks. Josh narrows his eyes at him, huh, does he know? Holy crap, what the hell is going on? The look of total shock on Adrian’s and Ben’s faces is evident. They look at each other and then at Josh who bites his bottom lip and looks at me. OK, now it’s obvious, Ben and Adrian know. Holy shit. What the hell has he said?
Cameron smiles and winks. “Just keeping it real, boys.” And he walks off. I want the ground to swallow me up. I am a total disaster. Josh has told his friends. I must look like a total slut. Holy fuck. I need a drink. Adrian and Ben stay silent, still wide eyed. I go to walk off.
“Natasha.” Josh goes to grab my arm, but Adrian stops him. “Just leave it,” he whispers.
“Can I talk to you, Tash?” Joshua asks me. Embarrassment hits, oh fuck. I scurry to the bar to find a drink. I scull my first glass of champers without even tasting it.
Bridget comes over and does a low whistle. “There is some talent in the house toniiiiight. The Stanton boys do associate with good-looking men.”
“Hmm, do they? I haven’t noticed.” This night could be the very death of me.
Dinner is finished and out of the way, a beautiful five-course banquet with no expense spared. Fairy lights are strewn all through the ceiling and the trees outside in the garden. Large candelabras with twelve candles adorn every table. The venue looks like a romantic fairy tale. Bridge and I are giggling at each other at the table. The tinkling of a teaspoon on a champagne glass brings the attention of everyone in the room. Ah, the speeches. I smile at Bridge and take a sip of my champagne. Joshua is standing next to his brother at the bridal table, champagne glass in hand. Scott is sitting back in his seat smiling, maybe a little unsure of what his brother is going to reveal. Josh dips his head as the crowd grows silent. He smiles a breathtaking smile. I’m weak from want of him.
“Hello everyone, on behalf of my family I would like to thank you all for coming to celebrate with us the marriage of Scott and Alyssa.” He turns and holds his glass up to the two of them. “Firstly, I would like to thank Scott for giving me the honor of standing up for him today. It means a lot to me, Scott. Know that I love you.” The crowd gushes. Bridget looks at me with puppy dog eyes. I smile as I listen. His voice has changed. He sounds slightly different, he has an American accent. Not strong, but definitely there. My eyes are transfixed by the beautiful man standing up before us all. A man who is as dear to me as breath, a breath I hold as I listen closely. “Alyssa, firstly, to you. You are an incredible person. One, for putting up with him.” He raises his glass at Scott who shakes his head, and the crowd laughs. “When Scott told me he was going to ask you to marry him, I asked the obvious question. Why? What in the hell do you want to do that for?” The crowd laughs again, and he raises his eyebrows. “The answer he gave me, however, silenced me, forever. He told me he had found someone who loved him for no reason, and that gave him a reason to want to love her back.”
The crowd gushes again, and he smiles as he raises his glass to Alyssa. “So, to Alyssa, thank you for loving my brother for no reason.” The crowd giggles. “I only hope that my other brothers find the happiness that you both have found today. I believe in a prophecy I heard a long time ago. Soulmates don’t finally meet somewhere at a certain place at a certain time, they’re in each other, all along.” I smile a sad smile. I know what he means. “So, on that note.” He smiles. “Tonight, I would like to make a toast to three people.” Everyone giggles. “To Alyssa and Scott.”
Everyone repeats, “To Alyssa and Scott.”
“And to my soulmate—” he raises his glass, “—who has been with me all along, but is absent from my side.” He raises his glass to the crowd, and everyone claps and cheers. I can’t help it, I try, I really do. But hot tears are bursting the dam. I blink repeatedly to try and stop them while looking down at the table. I grab a napkin from the table and wipe my eyes quickly before anyone sees. On raising my head, I look straight into the longing stare of Joshua who is now back sitting in his seat. We sit silently staring at each other as the party continues around us, both oblivious to the chatter. I give him a sad smile as I wipe my eyes again. That is exactly how I feel about him. He is my soulmate, but he is absent from my side. I know it’s just a coincidence that he put that in his speech, but hearing it come from his lips has broken the dam. I stand and make my way to the bathroom.
“Are you OK?” I am stopped on the way by Adrian. I smile and nod, unable to speak past the tears in my throat. “I loved that speech too.” He smiles as he rubs my arm. I smile again and continue on my way. Embarrassment is heating my cheeks and I am still unable to articulate anything. Ten minutes later, I stare at the reflection looking back at myself in the mirror and the memory bank starts to replay. I can literally feel him, taste him, time has erased nothing. It was as if it happened yesterday.
I love you, Natasha. I never thought it was possible to feel like this about anyone. I can’t stand the thought of being on the other side of the world and separated from you. Come with me.
Stop it!
With the formalities over, I am on my seventh champagne and Joshua has started to drink and relax. I wish I could relax—all the alcohol is doing is making me unashamedly check Josh out. My eyes constantly flick back to him every five minutes and like clockwork every five minutes my eyes lock with his. He doesn’t even pretend not to look at me. He is drinking his Corona with one hand in his pocket, his eyes not leaving me as he tips his head back. He stands at over six foot four tall, totally ripped with muscle. His dark skin and chocolate hair all add to the alluring appeal. And his posture, the way he stands, legs wide. He’s just so…alpha. So freaking hot. His piercing blue eyes bore into me, even the way he is drinking his beer is seducing me, the way he’s watching me, god. I’m not the only girl in this place under his hypnosis, every woman here is affected by his physical presence. He stands out. So tall and so athletic, and Bridget is right, his pheromones do smell fucking awesome. He can give a great come-fuck-me look too. Because any moment, I might do just that.
Bridget walks over. “OK, spit it out.”
“What?” I ask.
“What’s with Joshua?”
“What do you mean?” I look anywhere but at her.
“Don’t shit me, the lust between you two is ridiculous. I’ve been watching him.” Shit this can’t be good.
“And?”
“He’s looking at you like he wants to kill you.”
“Kill me?” I shriek.
“Yes, either that or eat you.”
I giggle into my champagne glass.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, mortified.
I shrug. “I can think of worse ways to go.” She frowns at me. “Death by oral by Joshua Stanton.” I shrug again, “Could be fun.”
Her mouth drops open. “I fucking knew it. What’s going on?”
Shit, this champagne is giving me loose lips, and loose lips sink ships.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. Come on, let’s dance.”
The dance floor is tucked into the corner of the building, and the lights are dim with the customary disco lights in full swing. A DJ is in the middle of the front center and a bar that hugs the wall just off the dance floor. Joshua is still staring at me as I grab Bridget’s hand and lead her over to the dance floor.
“I wanted another drink.” She scowls. At the back of the dance floor I notice there are mirrors all the way around the walls. It’s sort of off putting watching yourself dance so I put my back to the mirrors and face the bar. To my relief Joshua, Ben and Adrian saunter down to the bar. Is he following me? I tally up a small victory and smile to myself, my plan is working.
I continue to dance, occasionally looking in the mirror to see if he is still there. He’s more than still there, he’s staring at me from behind. I can feel the heat from his penetrating gaze. Even as he drinks, his eyes don’t leave me. I feel like the prey being hunted. Boy, I wish he was hunting me. Not in the plan, Natasha, remember, just prick teasing. Nothing more.
Adrian and Ben are talking to him but he’s not answering, he just keeps staring at me, occasionally nodding. My god, he’s beautiful. He’s undressing me with his eyes, and I love it, I wish it were for real. Ben turns to look at me and says something to Adrian and Adrian turns to look at me too. Shit, they are talking about me. Joshua says something and Ben smiles and rubs his arm. Huh, what did Josh say that would earn him a sympathy rub? Suddenly, I’m bumped from behind. I stumble forward into Bridget and grab her arms for support.
“Ooh sorry.” A short bald guy smiles.
“It’s OK,” Bridget answers, nodding and smiling. He seems harmless enough. For some reason though, he sees that as an open invitation to dance with us. His dancing style is Saturday Night Fever gone wrong. His arms are flying all over the place and he’s sweating up a treat. His buttons on his shirt are so stretched they might pop any minute. He’s a close dancer. Oh jeez, I hate those. The song changes to ‘SexyBack’ by Justin Timberlake and he really turns up the heat, getting closer and closer. I look to Bridge to find the bitch giggling and shaking her head. I pull wide eyes at her and she shakes her head. Oh no, what’s he doing now? Shit. He’s circling me doing maraca hands—this is beyond the pale. Oh god, he’s standing behind me doing peekaboo over each of my shoulders. Bridget is full laughing now and so am I. This guy is a freak.
Some idiot has moved into my mirror image of Mr. Stanton, so he is temporarily out of my line of vision. I hope he is not watching this. The guy dances around to the front of me again and leans in, and I instinctively lean back. He stinks of body odor and I pull a disgusted face to Bridget who just keeps giggling with her head down. Even she’s embarrassed by this spectacle of a man.
“What’s your name, pretty lady?” he says while he rolls his hips, obviously trying to be sexy.
Huh, what the? Oh, buzz off, baldy. I’m trying to prick tease here and you’re cramping my style. I smile, shake my head and hold my hand up to Bridge to signify getting a drink, and she nods in relief. We make it to the bar in a fit of giggles. Joshua is talking to Ben and another man I don’t know, and Adrian is standing alone. We get our drinks and amble over to him.
“What’s so funny?” he asks over his wineglass.
I shake my head and Bridget smiles. “Natasha is the ultimate dance floor idiot magnet.” I shake my head and throw a piece of ice at her. “Shut up.” I giggle.
“No, seriously, Adrian, you have no idea.” She puts her hand on his forearm. “Every time we are out Natasha gets some crazy disaster stalking her on the dance floor.”
Adrian rolls his eyes at her. “I’m sure she gets some pretty hot ones as well.”
I smile at him. Adrian’s gay.
“Yeah, she does, she’s a guy magnet.”
“Shut up, I am not,” I stammer.
“Are too,” she giggles into her glass.
“No one that matters.” I smile.
“Oh really?” Adrian smiles at me and raises his eyebrows. “So, who matters?” My eyes fly to him and I take a gulp of my champagne, and he gives me a cheeky smile and a wink. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he is trying to find out info. He very slowly looks at Josh, so my eyes follow his line of vision. I look up and see Joshua staring at me. Bridget is right, he is looking at me like he wants to eat me. I glance back to Adrian who winks at me and raises his champagne glass. I look to the ground and smile self-consciously. I think he knows everything. Oh crap, I hope he doesn’t know everything. But why would Josh tell him? It was so long ago, unless he’s affected like me? Maybe he’s embarrassed. I can’t help but like Adrian. He’s a cheeky son of a bitch though, fancy milking me for info. I don’t know what to say next without revealing anything and a dance track comes on that I love, so I grab both Adrian and Bridge by the hands. “Come on, we’re dancing.”
Oh boy, I’m feeling very tipsy. The champagne is going to my head big-time. Stop drinking, Tash, I chastise myself. Adrian is a great dancer—I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. He is so obviously gay. Way too beautiful to be hetero. Josh is still watching me like a predator. I feel like I’m on the Discovery Channel. Every now and then I watch his tongue lick his bottom lip and I’m finding it very difficult not to dance slutty, when all I really want to do is walk over and dry hump his leg. Getting lost in the alcohol fog.
I start to lose my inhibitions and dance freely. I run both of my hands from my breasts down my sides to my behind and circle it slowly, while I watch him in the mirror. Direct hit. Josh tenses his jaw and cracks his neck to the left—he’s aroused. It seems I’m not the only one who is quickly losing my inhibitions. The song finishes and Rihanna’s voice rings out with her song “Shine bright like a diamond”.
Oohh, I love this song. Suddenly, Joshua cuts through the circle, grabs my hand and pulls me into the back corner.
“We’re dancing,” he snaps, and he turns around while still pulling me by the hand and my body slams into his, oh shit.
“Shine bright like a diamond”
He turns me quickly so that his back is to the crowd. He’s a lot taller than me so I am totally shielded from everybody.
“Fine lights in the beautiful sea,
I choose to be happy.
You and I, you and I,
we’re like diamonds in the sky”.
He places his hands on my behind and pulls me close to him, his eyes not leaving mine. I’m like putty in his dominant hands. I tentatively put my hands around his neck, unable to breath, unable to look away from his searing stare. We move our hips slowly in sync to the rhythmic beat, and my heart is about to jump from my chest. He pulls his hands tighter into me, pulling me against his large erection. His gaze drops down to my breasts that are pushed up against his chest and he looks back up into my eyes, giving me the best come-fuck-me look I have ever seen. Instinctively my eyes close, as his breathing too has come to a halt.
Dear god. He smells divine.
So, shine bright tonight you and I,
we’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky.
I can’t help it, I gently stroke my fingers down the back of his neck and he gives me a slow seductive smile. He lip-syncs the next few lines of the song. He must like it too as he knows the words.
You’re a shooting star I see, a vision of ecstasy
When you hold me I’m alive.
We’re like diamonds in the sky
My heartbeat reaches a peak as our slow seductive rhythm follows the beat of the music, and his hands move lower and follow the curve of my bottom. He clenches his jaw and pulls me up for a deeper connection to his engorged manhood. I can feel his pulse through his pants. Second by second, I am losing all coherent thought. He’s taking me over, the power he has over my body is now more evident than ever. I bring my hand and place it tenderly on Joshua’s cheek. He closes his eyes in reverence and brings his mouth down to my neck, instinctively rubbing his lips down its length. Once again, I am blessed with him grabbing my behind, and this time he doesn’t hold back, and he grinds himself into me.
My core starts to throb as I feel a rush of moisture to my most sensitive area. He feels so good. Slowly he raises his face and runs his teeth along my jaw, breathing heavily into my neck, and my mouth opens as my head throws back. I think I’m going to come right here, right now, shit. Our breathing is heavy, and we are completely lost in the moment. A moment I’ve waited so long for, and he’s here, he’s here with me. He feels it too. Very slowly I raise my face and look into Josh’s dilated eyes, willing him to kiss me, his eyes drop to my mouth, his chest rising as he struggles to control his breathing. Very slowly he bows his head.
Margaret Stanton is standing in the corner near the bar, her eyes fixed firmly on her son and her niece in the far corner of the dance floor. She’s radiating with anger as if a red glow could be seen around her. Her unmatched beauty and social standing can’t help her with this. She’s warned him, time and again, she even warned him just this very morning to keep away from this girl. She is way past angry, she is furious. She swirls her red around in her wineglass as she glares at the dance floor. James Brennan, her husband’s best friend and business partner, is standing next to her. He gestures to the dance floor with his hand as he takes a sip of his scotch, and he glares at her as he talks into his short tumbler.
“I told you to handle this.”
“Do you think I haven’t tried?” she snaps, her eyes shooting back to the dance floor as Joshua once again pulls Natasha against his hips.
“I’m warning you, Margaret, I won’t play your stupid little games.” He rolls his shoulders. “Put a stop to it or I will.”
She takes a sip of her red as hatred drips from her lips and she raises one eyebrow. “Don’t threaten me, James, I’m not the one who will lose everything.”
He plasters a fake smile as someone walks past them, nodding his head as a greeting. “Keep telling yourself that, Margaret,” he sneers. “You have more to lose than me, Joshua for one. Do you think he will respect you once he knows?” he whispers.
She narrows her eyes. “Keep your voice down!” she snaps. “He will never know; over my dead body will he ever find out.”
“The only way this will be revealed is if this pathetic little lust story on the dance floor continues. Stop it, now.” His voice drips with contempt, and she swallows the large lump in her throat and glances back to the dance floor to catch Joshua run his lips down Natasha’s throat.
“Good god,” she snaps. “This is worse than I imagined.” She rubs her forehead. She gestures to Cameron who comes over with Scott immediately. “Go out on that dance floor and ask Joshua what the hell he thinks he’s doing.” Cameron looks around the dance floor to see Josh running his teeth along Natasha’s jaw, while grinding his hips into hers.
“Shit,” Cam mutters. Margaret goes to walk off, but James grabs her by the arm.
“I’m warning you, Margaret, take care of this or I will.”
She throws him a fake smile worthy of an Oscar nomination and lifts her chin.
“Don’t threaten me, James, you won’t like me when I’m angry. Stay away from my family, especially Joshua. This is your first and final warning.”
Our lips touch. Immediately the electricity between us jolts me and awakens my senses. Senses that have lain dormant for seven long years. I’m lost, I’ll do anything he wants.
“Josh, fucking cool it.” We are snapped back to reality by Cameron, Joshua’s little brother, on the dance floor. Fuck, fuck, what are we doing. Shit. We immediately step back from each other. Josh looks at Cam who gestures to the side of the dance floor where Scott the groom is glaring at both Joshua and me. Immediately I want to die. We both quickly scan the room to see who has witnessed our loss of control. I look at Joshua and the horrified look on his face mirrors mine. I practically run to the ladies’ room, oh my god, who saw that? What the hell am I doing?
I make it to the ladies’ room but as soon as I get there I burst into tears, unable to control my stress at being so stupid. My heart is still racing, and my body is aching from the loss of his. I start to pace while shaking my hands. Shit, shit, shit, holy fuck, what was that? I burst into a cubicle and sit on the toilet with my face in my hands. I’m a disgrace. Perspiration seeps from my pores. Oh my god. All alone in the cubicle I start to sob, so close but so far.
Joshua
I storm off the dance floor and barge into the first door I see to the right, the kitchen. Luckily the kitchen staff have already gone for the night. I need to get away from the other guests, I’m too worked up, too angry with myself. “Fucking hell,” I yell as I punch the stainless-steel bench. I start to pace, rubbing my hands through my hair.
Adrian and Ben gingerly walk in after me, “Joshua, calm down,” Adrian quietly comforts.
“Calm down?” I yell. “Calm down, it’s a bit fucking late for that. I shouldn’t have fucking come; I knew this would happen.” Adrian and Ben frown at each other.
“Why do you say that?”
“How bad was it?” I look to my two friends.
“What do you mean?” frowns Adrian.
“How bad did it look?”
Ben smiles and nods. “Pretty fucking bad.”
Adrian pipes up, “If it makes you feel any better, she lost control too.”
I look at my friend. “Where is she, I need to see her.”
Adrian widens his eyes. “I think you’ve done enough damage for one night.”
“Just go and fucking find her,” I yell. “If I want your opinion, I will fucking ask for it.”
The door bangs open and Scott storms in. “I fucking warned you,” he yells.
I hang my head. “I know,” I answer in a defeated voice.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he screams at me. “What if Dad saw that?”
“I know. Fuck,” I whisper and rub both hands through my hair. I link my fingers of both hands together on top of my head and blow out a breath. “I…I lost my head.”
“I know!” Scott yells. “Find it or leave. Seriously, my fucking wedding. Are you kidding? Do you have any idea of the carnage if someone had seen that?”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Scott scowls and looks down at my obvious erection. He shakes his head in disgust and storms out. I blow out a breath with my hands linked on top of my head. I looks to Ben and Adrian and shake my head. They both stare at me, shocked to the core. They have never seen me like this before. I never touch anyone in public. I rearrange my groin.
Suddenly the kitchen door bursts open. Oh shit, it’s Brock. He’s radiating atomic anger and he points at me and yells, “You fucking prick!” He grabs me by the suit lapels and slams me up against the fridge. With his forearm across my throat, he pulls me out and slams me back into the fridge. “What the fuck was that, Stanton?” he yells. I don’t answer and I don’t fight back, although I’m bigger than Brock. If I wanted to, I could end this now. Ben goes to move in, but I shake his head at him.
“Mind telling me why the fuck you’re dry fucking my sister on the dance floor?” I bite my bottom lip and glare at Brock, “Answer me, fucker!” he yells. “She’s not a slut, Stanton!”
I narrow my eyes. “I fucking know that,” I snap.
“No, you don’t, you just treated her like one.” I close my eyes and drop my head. Brock slams my head again. “I know the dirty sluts you’re used to, Stanton, and, believe me, she is so far out of your league it’s not even funny.”
I narrow my eyes and glare at Brock as my anger escalates. “Back the fuck off, Brock!” I yell. I twist my arms to get out of his hold and then push Brock who comes back with another push.
Ben steps in. “Stop it, you two, enough already.” Both of us stare at each other, breathing heavily, fists clenched at our sides.
Brock points his finger in my face. “The sooner you fuck off back to America the better. I’m warning you. If you go near her again, you’re a dead man.”
“Go fuck yourself!” I sneer. “I’ll do what I want.”
Brock storms out of the kitchen. All three of us stay silent, and I kick the bin in frustration. Adrian’s eyes are the size of saucers.
“So, I’m guessing he’s the restraining order,” Ben whispers.
I shake my head. “No, he’s just a parking cop.”
“If he’s a parking cop who in the hell is the restraining order?”
I turn to face my friends.
“My mother.”
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