My Almost Ex (The Greene Family #2) - Piper Rayne Page 0,64
before?”
I only enjoy when I’m left alone to draw, which doesn’t happen here—ever. I shrug in answer to her question. “So are we telling my grandma we’re a couple again? Because if we do, she’s gonna tell everyone.”
She stops right before we get to the entrance. “It’s up to you. What do you want to do?”
I’m not really up for a secret relationship, but I’m also not up for public humiliation if this blows up in my face. I hate the idea of a town scandal and gossip about the two of us.
“What are you comfortable with?” I run my finger along her hairline and tuck the one strand that’s fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear.
“Whatever you’re comfortable doing.”
“I’d like us to come out. Better than people catching wind of it and making up their own narrative.”
She smiles and presses her body to mine. “I guess we’re coming out.”
“Only if you want.”
“I always loved being your girl, Adam.” She kisses me one more time and walks inside, turning around right as the doors slide open. “Come on. They don’t bite.”
I shake my head and follow her. Hell, I’d follow her off a cliff, that’s how much I love this woman.
It only takes five minutes in the drawing room for me to regret my decision to follow Lucy.
“She’s more beautiful, don’t you think?” Dori says from next to me. I got stuck between her and Earl. “More confident. Sure of herself.”
I nod, sitting at my easel.
“She was always good at organizing these things.” Grandma leans over Dori as though she’s whispering, but she’s really talking as loudly as she always does, interrupting the instructor Lucy scored last minute.
Lucy is a teacher but wasn’t an art major, so they bring in an expert to teach the class on how to draw or paint on canvas. I usually just do my own thing. I’d be game if I got to sit next to Lucy during these art nights, but she passes out the materials and makes sure everyone is doing okay while the instructor at the front of the class leads everyone step by step. That leaves me with these two elderly women who think they’re Thelma and Louise or something. I’m not joking, they actually call themselves that.
“I told you we’re together. Why you still playing matchmaker?” I ask Grandma, who shakes her head at me. “I heard about Cade and Presley’s game night here, Grandma. You’re not fooling anyone, you know that, right?”
She rolls her eyes and turns her attention up front.
“Okay, everyone,” the instructor, Leslie, says between the easels that are set up in a circle around her own. Leslie explains how we’re going to sketch out the drawing first, then we’ll go into the painting and that Lucy will be around if anyone needs more paint or a different paintbrush.
“Do you think she’s going to model naked?” Earl asks me.
“No.”
“Man.” He puts his pencil back in the holder. “They trick me every time. It’s the only reason I come.” He shakes his head and crosses his arms like the kids from Lucy’s class.
Fun night. I should make sure Lucy plans another.
“Earl!” Grandma points at him. “You said you were going to participate.”
“Yeah,” Dori chimes in. “You took a spot from someone else.”
He rolls his eyes at me and picks up his pencil again.
Leslie talks about the progression of the trees going from smaller to larger.
“Progression? Hell, all I see is regression these days. My damn dick is shrinking by the minute.” Earl nods at me when I stare at him in disbelief.
My gaze falls to my lap as though he’s got to be talking smack.
“Just wait until your balls drop to your ankles.” He elbows me.
“You sure there’s no alcohol allowed tonight?” I scour the area.
“No, remember when Martha fell over and broke her hip? Now we all have to suffer because of her ‘little problem.’” Dori uses air quotes.
If we do this again, I’m smuggling in a flask.
“Poor Martha,” I say.
“She walks three miles a day now. That new hip gave her new life,” Dori says.
“And rehab,” Earl leans over and whispers in my ear.
“How’s everyone doing?” Lucy comes by, putting her hand on my shoulder and kissing my cheek.
When she stands straight, Dori and Grandma have hearts in their eyes. Okay, I might too.
“I’d like you to find me some alcohol, and Earl would like to lodge a complaint that the instructor isn’t stripping,” I say.