A Perfect Ten (Forbidden Men #5)(71)

“Oh my God.” Oren groaned and held up a hand. “Promise me you’ll never use that slang term again.”

“You got it,” his dad assured before he slipped me a sly little grin, telling me he was just messing with Oren. Then he turned to his wife, murmuring loud enough for us to hear, “I guess we shouldn’t let him hear what kinds of slang we use in the bedroom then.”

As Oren cried out and slapped his hands over his ears, claiming, “I’m deaf. You guys have just killed my poor, innocent ears,” I burst out laughing. He sent me a scowl. “It’s not funny, damn it.”

“Oren. Language,” his mother scolded. “We’re in public.”

I lifted my eyebrows, wondering what she’d say if she heard his potty mouth while he was in Ellamore. The boy didn’t know a clean word.

“Let’s sit already,” his dad suggested, his grin still a little smug.

As Oren dropped into a chair and slid his hands from his ears, he glanced over at me when I sat quietly beside him, my spine still stiff with nerves.

“So, Caroline...” his mother started. I gulped, tore my gaze away from Oren, and sent her an uneasy smile.

“Yes?”

And so started the inquisition. Except it didn’t feel as if I was being drilled for information. It felt as if they were genuinely curious and wanted to know about me. That was strange at first, explaining my major to a parent. But Brenda, and even Phil, were actually interested in the field of study I’d chosen. I got a little carried away and just started blurting out all kinds of things I wanted to do.

“I think sound effects are what really make a movie.”

“Of course they are.” Brenda nodded enthusiastically as she leaned my way and pressed a hand to her heart. “I love it when the music gets so loud it just thunders through your chest right before the hero proclaims his love to the—”

“Oh, gag me.” Oren groaned and sank lower in his chair. “I swear, Mom, if you get started about The Last of the Mohicans again—”

“Oh my God, I love that movie.” I sat up straighter. “That rasp in Daniel Day-Lewis’s voice when he told Madeleine Stowe he would find her...I mean, melt my panties.”

While Brenda pointed at me with wide eyes and said, “Exactly,” both men started laughing. She scowled at her son. “What is so funny? You were probably conceived because of that movie.”

He instantly stopped laughing and starting coughing. “Shit, Ma. I did not need to know that.”

Still chuckling, Phil slapped him on the back to help him get his air back. “I just thought it was hilarious how she said melt my panties.”

“Oh, f*ck,” I gasped, realizing, “I did.” Then I slapped a hand over my mouth, realizing I’d just said f*ck. “I mean, crap.” Wait, was crap bad too? “I mean...”

I glanced wildly at Oren for help, but he still looked traumatized from learning so much about his conception.

Brenda patted my arm compassionately. “Don’t worry about it, dear. We all slip every once in a while.”

Oren made a sound as if to disagree with her, because I “slipped” almost as much as he did. Both his mother and I sent him a scowl.

Phil was still hooting out his amusement and wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “Boy howdy, am I glad Oren brought you tonight, Caroline. This has been the most enjoyable family dinner since—”

He gasped when Brenda reached for her glass of iced tea and accidentally spilled it in his lap.

As he jumped to his feet, slapping the ice cubes off him, his wife followed him up with a handful of napkins, immediately pressing it against his crotch.

“Brenda!” Phil grasped her wrist and glanced around as if scandalized. “Not in public.”

“Oh, dear Lord.” Brenda sighed and glanced at me. “Excuse us for a minute,” she told me. Taking Phil’s arm, she led him away toward the bathrooms.

I stared after them in wonder. Phil reminded me so much of Oren in some ways. And Brenda...she was just awesome.

As soon as they were out of sight, I slapped Oren in the arm. Hard.

“You *,” I hissed. “Your parents are amazing.”

He glanced at me with a confused frown. “Well, yeah. I never said they weren’t.”

“But...you made it sound like it was such a hardship to see them again, as if they were terrible, but they’re...they’re really amazing. They love you and care about you and want to know what’s happening in your life. How can you not appreciate any of that? I mean, if I’d had just one parent who was even half as interested in me as both of yours are in you, I’d—”

My voice cracked, so I settled for glaring at him. He had no idea how great he had it in the family department. I mean, I appreciated everything Noel had gone through to bring us to Ellamore and save us from the life we’d been living. And I never would’ve made it as far as I had without Colton and Brandt around to suffer through with me, but...I still wished I’d had a mom who’d given a shit. Or even known who my father was.

But no, I had nothing, while Oren had everything; and he was complaining about it.

Spoiled bastard.

“I didn’t say they were bad parents. They’re not, not at all. And they’re supportive. Maybe too supportive. But they’re just—”