About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,53
leaned into me. “You want near the fire?” he asked me then kissed my temple. My annoyance at Lulu’s flirting vanished. In its place was the warm rush from Creed’s open display of affection.
“Yes, please,” I said, smiling up at him.
He glanced at the hostess. “Close to the fire,” he told her.
Lulu’s flirty grin was gone as she turned to head in that direction. We followed her and I was doing my best not to smile brightly. I loved being with Creed, but in the back of my head was still the fact Griff hadn’t called me back and I needed to tell him the truth. Not just about my being with Creed but about my past with Creed. I’d been in counseling when Griff and I met and he always assumed it was because of my mother. He needed to know the truth.
“Creed Sullivan and Sailor Copeland on a Friday night again.” Fleur’s voice carried over the music.
I stopped and turned to look at her, instead of sliding into the booth Lulu had brought us to. She was still very pregnant and appearing glamorous despite it. I hoped I pulled off pregnancy the way she did one day. The idea of me being pregnant unleashed a myriad of images in my head. I always wanted to be a mother and a wife, but those desires came after my time with Creed. Thinking of them now with Creed beside me made me ache for things I didn’t deserve but desperately wanted.
Creed’s hand was still on my back, and Fleur’s gaze took that in as her smile grew into a knowing one. “Well, well, that didn’t take long at all,” she added and winked at me.
“Fleur,” Creed said with a nod.
“You still have the magic it would seem,” she said and shook her head as she grinned. “But then you two were bound to be together. Always were.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that and the assumption we were together. We were together, but I was also not broken up with my boyfriend. Creed and I hadn’t sat down and discussed what it was we were doing either. Other than the obvious, which was having amazing sex and sleeping in the same bed.
“Jessie,” Fleur called out to a male server at the table nearest to ours. “Get these two whatever they want. They’re my friends,” she added with emphasis. Then she turned back to us. “I’ll be back to chat soon. Right now, we have a new line cook in the kitchen and Josh is about to kill him if he messes up again. I need to go run interference.”
Creed waited for me to move into the booth then slid in beside me. We were facing the fire and the other tables were to our back, which gave a small amount of privacy. His hand rested on my thigh and I tried very hard not to think sexual thoughts. Jesse was about our age and he had impressive curly hair for a guy. He took our orders and left.
“Did you talk to Griff today?” he asked me for the first time since he’d come home from work. I had expected this question sooner.
I shook my head no. “I tried.”
He squeezed my thigh. “He’ll call.”
Yeah but when? Next week?
“Damn if you two don’t look cozy.” We both looked up to see Derek Young standing beside our table with a smirk on his face.
“Evening, Derek,” Creed said grinning at his friend.
Derek slid into the booth across from us and leaned forward on his elbows. “It took less than a week?” he asked still grinning.
Creed’s hand squeezed my thigh again. “No, it took longer than a week. I’ve been working on getting her attention for a while.”
I looked up at Creed frowning because that was not true. He winked at me then pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“Okay I came to visit but try not to make out with her while I’m sitting here,” Derek said too loudly.
I blushed and ducked my head.
“Sorry, Sailor. I’m just giving Creed a hard time. It’s been awhile since I had something like this to tease him about. Typically, he comes around with females that we all know we won’t see again and we are thankful for that.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing and Creed chuckled.
“Your house looks good,” Derek told him. “Sure is nice driving by and seeing those two houses lit up again. Having them empty was depressing and having someone that