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|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
“Hello?” I whined, wondering where my greeting was.
“Sorry, baby girl,” he said, stopping and walking in my direction. “I got caught up in the moment.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.
“Seems to be a problem in this house,” I groaned.
“Let’s go, son. They’ll call us when it’s time to eat,” Pop said to James.
Son? Really? What the f**k just happened?
James gave me a wink before he disappeared with my pop to lounge in front of the television and bullshit. Ma smiled at me and quickly excused herself to check on dinner.
I turned my attention to Mia and Suzy. “What the f**k just happened?” I asked.
They laughed and shrugged. They were no f**king help.
“Just nice to have someone new here for a change,” Suzy responded.
“A f**king homeless guy wouldn’t get that kind of reception,” I bit out.
“Maybe if he was as sexy and locking lips with you he would.” Mia laughed.
“Fucking lying bitches,” I muttered, walking away from them.
I did love those girls. They were lying through their teeth, but they knew what had gone down between James and me. They were looking for some juicy gossip and they’d get it, but not today.
“Need help, Ma?” I asked as I walked in the kitchen to find my mother straining the pasta.
“You talk and I’ll cook,” she replied, keeping her back to me.
“I’d rather cook.” I leaned against the counter and watched her.
She looked at me with a smile on her face as she tossed the pasta, washing away the last bits of water. “I’m sure you would, but I want to know how James just showed up this weekend.”
“The boys invited him to dinner, Ma. I didn’t have anything to do with it. I’m sorry.” I crossed my arms, watching her.
“Baby girl, I know that. I mean how did he end up locking lips with you at my front door?” She laughed, knowing that I hated talking about this shit.
“I saw him last weekend and he dropped in to check on me.”
“Isabella, I wasn’t born yesterday.” She snickered as she poured the pounds of perfectly cooked pasta in the serving bowl.
She always had her ears to the ground. She knew everything that went on in this family.
“It’s a long story, Ma.”
“Do you like him?” She stopped, turning to face me with a grin.
“He’s okay,” I lied, feeling my cheeks warm.
“Just okay? Looks like he’s more than okay, dear.” She scooped sauce over the pasta, tossing it to keep it moist.
“Eh. He’s not my type.” I shrugged, hoping she’d drop it.
But in true Mama Gallo style, she replied, “You doth protest too much.”
“Ma, he’s bossy,” I whined, grabbing the bowl of pasta off the counter.
“Bossy or doesn’t put up with your bullshit?” she asked, following me into the dining room.
“We’ll talk about it later.” I sighed as I placed the pasta in the middle of the table.
“Fine, but I won’t forget.” She turned on her heels and walked back into the kitchen.
“Dinner!” I yelled toward the family room, and joined my mother in the kitchen.
We filled our arms with her chicken parmigiana, an enormous salad, homemade garlic bread, and a dish piled high with meatballs and sausage.
“You cooked for an army,” I said, trying to balance the dishes in my arms.
“I wanted to make sure no one left here hungry.” Her feet clattered behind me into the dining room.
Everyone had found their seat around the table, James sitting in the chair next to mine. He rose to his feet, moving toward me quickly, and grabbed two dishes from my arms.
“Thanks,” I whispered, placing the other bowl on the table.
“Everyone have everything before I sit down?” Ma asked, standing near her chair.
“We’re good, darling,” Pop said as he patted her hand.
“Guests first,” she said, passing the bowl of pasta to James.
A collective groan filled the room as James had first dibs on each dish. My father went next before the rest of us were able to fill our plates.
“James here said Thomas is doing great and hopes to be home soon,” Pop said as he filled half of his plate with pasta.
James nodded, grabbing my leg under the table as he waited for the next dish to be passed his way. “He’s an amazing agent.”
“How about our Izzy? She’s pretty special, isn’t she?” Ma remarked as I tried to swallow a sip of water but ended up choking on it.
James patted me on the back as I tried to catch my breath while coughing up the water that had gone down wrong. “There’s no one like her,” he replied, smiling at me.
I held up my hand, trying to set shit straight, but I couldn’t stop choking. God was playing a wicked trick on me. Everyone was in James’s corner and no one had my back. What the f**k?
“You okay?” Mike asked with a grin on his face.
I glared at him as I tried to clear my throat and rid it of the invasion. “I’m ooo—” I croaked out before choking again.
“So are you two seeing each other?” Suzy asked, biting her lip as she stared at James and tried to ignore me.
“I guess you could say that,” he replied, squeezing my knee.
“Wait,” I whispered, my throat finally clear enough to speak. “We are not.”