was close, I was more than good. I stood and went to the table as Saint and Mr. Storey did. I still felt uncomfortable, but since I was sitting across from Lucas, I knew it would help.
“Pour your beers into the glasses,” Mrs. Storey said. I glanced to the others.
Mr. Storey sighed. “She has this thing about being proper at the dinner table. Just go with it or she won’t shut up.”
“Gerry,” Mrs. Storey snapped.
“Love you, dear.”
She glared and then waited until we’d all poured our beers into the waiting glasses. Then she took the bottles into the kitchen.
“She’s weird sometimes,” Saint muttered.
“I heard that,” Mrs. Storey said with another glare when she returned, then she smiled to me. “I’m just unique in all the best ways.” The other three laughed.
“Anyway,” Mr. Storey started. “You going to tell me what this is about penises?” He quickly pointed at his wife. “Not a word, Lucy.” She laughed as she dished up her meal.
While Saint explained, I helped myself to chicken and vegetables.
At the end, Mr. Storey nodded. “Sounds like a good plan. Business is all about adjusting with times. Good thinking.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Saint said and then looked at me from his spot beside Lucas. “But back to the person who I heard was lookin’ at joinin’. Kylo.”
Lucas coughed, food dropped out of his mouth, and Mrs. Storey patted him on the back. “Swallow or spit, Lucas.”
“That’s what he said,” Saint chimed in.
Now it was my turn to choke as a piece of meat lodged in my throat.
“Zion, your brother’s choking. It’s no time for that.” She looked at me. “Honey, are you all right?” I nodded. “Lucas?”
“I’m okay,” Lucas said hoarsely. He whacked his chest. “I’m good… just shocked. Kylo’s a friend of mine, and I didn’t realize he was thinking of joining.”
“Joining how?” Mrs. Storey asked.
Mr. Storey snorted and shook his head. “Sweetheart, he’s joining to have sex with men and women.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Oh.” She ate some food as we all stared at her. I wasn’t sure why the others were, but I was just surprised she was okay with all this talk. She glanced around at us. “What?”
“Where did your head go?” Mr. Storey asked.
She rolled her eyes.
“Mom’s an author, and sometimes when people say things, she runs off in her head and thinks of a storyline or something,” Lucas explained.
“Well, I wasn’t thinking of a story. I just thought that Lucas could maybe teach him a few things with the guys if he’s not experienced. You never know, you two could be more than just friends one day.”
That was when something broke. Mrs. Storey gasped. “Wade, are you okay?”
“Huh?” I blinked, my sudden anger swept aside for confusion.
“Your hand,” Lucas said.
I glanced down to see I’d held my glass too tight, and it had shattered. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, Mrs. Storey. I’ll get something to clean this up.”
“Call me Lucy, honey, and call Gerry, Gerry.”
I nodded, stood from the table, and happened to glance at Gerry. He was studying me with a lot of concentration.
Fuck.
Chapter Nineteen
Lucas
I quickly stood and said, “I’ll help you clean your hand.” I didn’t like the way Dad looked at Wade. Like he was under the microscope, and he had him all figured out. I had an idea that Dad knew Wade and I were seeing each other. What didn’t help was that Wade had broken his glass from Mom’s suggestion of me teaching Kylo a few things.
In the kitchen, and since we didn’t have an ounce of privacy, I grabbed out the first aid kit and got as close as I could to Wade.
“Give me your hand,” I told him.
He did, and as I picked out the glass, he dipped his head to whisper, “I think your dad knows about us.”
Glancing back to the table, I saw Dad still watching us with a smile on his face. Thankfully Mom asked him something, and he looked away. I nodded, whispering, “I think you’re right.” I shrugged. “At least he seems okay by it.”
Wade made a noise in the back of his throat. “He could be just waitin’ for me to be alone and then bam, he’ll go all papa bear on me and tell me to leave you the fuck alone,” he said in a low, gruff tone, all full of worry.
I held his hand in both of mine and smiled up at him. “Relax, okay. He won’t go all papa bear on you, and if he does, which I doubt it,