Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Cutting in before she could say something, I laughed. “Hell no. Why don’t the two of you join us? My friend Gus’s sisters are in town and I’m sure they would love for someone new to join our group.”
Dale looked at Kilyn and then back to me. “Sure. Why not. I’m not ready to call it an evening yet.”
Lacing my fingers with Kilyn’s, I lead them both over to our table. “Gus, Casandra, Lacy, this is Kilyn and one of her clients, Dale.”
Casandra and Lacy both eye fucked the hell out of Dale and I knew he was no longer my problem. “Client?” Lucy asked.
“I’m an interior designer. Dale’s father has a house in the mountains I’m decorating.”
Casandra perked up and patted the seat between her and Lucy. Dale quickly took it.
“Ah . . . I’ll grab our drinks,” Kilyn said as she watched Dale completely become engrossed with Gus’s sisters. Gus, of course, did a quick hello and focused back in on the girl at the next table.
“I’ll help you,” I said, placing my hand on her lower back and following her over to the table. Grabbing Dale’s drink, I motioned to let the waitress know Kilyn and Dale were now joining our table.
Kilyn chuckled as we made our way back. “I’m pretty sure we could drop the drinks off and slip right on out without anyone noticing we’re gone.”
Wiggling my eyebrows, I asked, “Is your work with Dale done?”
She flashed me a seductive smile. “Yep.”
We set the drinks down and I grabbed a few twenty-dollar bills out of my wallet and tossed them onto the table.
Taking Kilyn’s hand in mine, I practically dragged her out. “Did you drive here?”
“No, my car is still at the office. Did you?”
Reaching my hand, I waved for a taxi. “No, Gus drove.”
I could practically feel the desire pooling off of Kilyn. The sooner I got her back to my place the better.
Once the taxi pulled up, I held the door open for her as she slipped in. Giving him my address, I quickly pulled her over to me and pressed my lips to hers.
When my phone started ringing, we both groaned. Pulling it out of my pocket, I rolled my eyes when I saw it was my mother.
“It’s like she has hidden cameras everywhere.”
Kilyn giggled as she settled in next to me. God it felt good having her with me.
“Hey, Mama.”
“Athanasios, your father needs you to come over and help him with this bookshelf.”
“Now?”
She made a tsking sound and said, “Yes, now. Thaddeus and Nicholaus are not answering their phones. You father is going to kill himself if you don’t come help.”
I silently cursed my brothers. “I’m kind of in the middle of something; can I come over tomorrow and help him?”
My mother started yelling at my father in Greek as Kilyn covered her mouth and laughed.
“Tomorrow? Tomorrow I could be dead!”
Oh, Lord. Now she sounds like Yiayia. “Mama, I seriously don’t think you’ll die before Dad gets the bookshelf up.”
“You don’t know that, Athanasios. No one can predict these things. What are you doing that you are so busy you can’t come help your father?”
I knew I was about open up Pandora’s Box, but what the hell.
“I’m on a date.”
Kilyn’s hands dropped to her lap while her mouth gaped open. “Thano!” she whispered.
For the first time in a long time I did the unthinkable.
I silenced my mother.
“Did you say you were on a date? Dimitris! Your youngest son is on a date.”
I could hear my father saying something in the background but I couldn’t make it out.
“Praise the heavens above. Bring her to me.”
My eyes about popped out of my head. “What?”
“Now. Bring me this girl so I can see who has captured my son’s heart.”
“Um . . .” Turning to Kilyn she wore a look of horror on her face.
She slowly shook her head.
“Um . . . Mama, we sort of had plans and I’m not sure we can change them.”
“Have you eaten?”
“No . . . I mean, yes! Yes, we ate.”
Just then Kilyn’s stomach growled. She laughed and my mother heard her.
“Awe! Your stomach tells the truth. I’ll put a little something on; it won’t take long. I’ll see you in about thirty minutes.”
Feeling a sense of panic wash over me that I was losing control of this conversation, I called out, “Wait! We can’t, Mama! You’ve already met her!”
Pulling the phone from my ear, I stared at it.
“She hung up.”
I turned to look at Kilyn. Her mouth was open as she stared at me. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”
“Same.”
With a long drawn out moan, I dropped my head back against the seat. “I fucked up. Again.”
“What happens if we don’t go?”
“She will call my cell over and over as she drives to my apartment. If I’m not there I wouldn’t be surprised if she turns on the tracker. I’m almost positive she has one on each of her son’s phones.”