Cheater (Curious Liaisons, #1)(47)

I quickly dug into my purse to find I had five missed calls from my mom. Five.

I didn’t even want to look at the text messages.

“Not what I had in mind when I agreed to help last night.” I smacked him in the chest with my purse and glared at him. “You need to control her!” I pointed at his mom, who was already on her way back with the clipboard, practically skipping.

“Hey, you’re the one who just HAD to say something to my sister. If anyone points fingers, they go to you,” he said under his breath.

“Oh PLEASE!” I sneered. “Like it was my fault your best friend kidnapped mine and got everyone drunk!”

“Damn it, I should have left you on the street corner.”

I jerked away as though he’d slapped me. “So that’s what I get for helping you with all of your family drama? ‘I should have left you on the street corner’?”

His mom was dangerously close to us.

Ugh, why did I keep doing that? Imagining he cared about me when he was probably checking his watch, counting down the hours until he could be with his next girl.

“Well”—I fought back tears—“we agreed to do this together, to help each other. Though God knows I must have been drunk when I said yes last night. Either we make a plan for how to get out of the party, or we end up pissing everyone off and hurting our families . . . again. Grandpa still hasn’t forgotten what you did, and I can guarantee he still has nightmares from being a POW. The last thing you want is for him to turn all his attention toward you. He’s a very violent man.”

“Your grandfather makes bikes for children,” Lucas said dryly, rocking back on his heels.

“He was a sniper.”

“Fine.” Lucas’s shoulders hunched. “Let’s just get this part over with, and we’ll deal with everything else later.”

I nodded, too tired to argue, then begrudgingly took the clipboard from his mom and started filling in my information.





Chapter Twenty-One


LUCAS

Don’t panic.

Don’t show fear.

My mom was sitting on one side of me with Avery on the other. I was in absolute hell and was going to have to change my shirt and get another brand of deodorant, since the one I had used clearly wasn’t doing the job.

Then again, deodorants aren’t made for situations that involve trying to right a wrong between two families in the worst possible circumstances. In my case that meant keeping my mom from finding out about my unique sex life while faking an engagement to the younger sister of the ex-fiancée I’d cheated on.

I think if it had been just that tangle, the deodorant would have been like, Chill, Lucas, I’ve got this.

But I was in a damn gynecologist’s office; no male deodorant should have to put up with that shit.

With my mother.

With. My. Mother.

The receptionist called out Avery’s name.

Avery directed a look of pure hatred at me before slowly standing and wiping her hands on her jeans.

The nurse eyed me up and down and smirked.

I tried to keep my groan in.

I knew that look. It was interest. Blatant interest.

But I was here with my girlfriend.

Fiancée.

Even with the fake fiancée, I didn’t appreciate the nurse’s leer.

I stood.

The hell?

I dated multiple women all the time!

Why would I have qualms now when my fiancée wasn’t even real?

Avery glanced back at me, her face pale.

Slowly, numbly, I reached out and took her hand in mine, and for reasons I would probably overanalyze later—I kissed her fingertips and winked.

Ignoring the nurse completely.

And locking eyes with the only woman that mattered.

Only to have my mom ruin the moment by shoving her body between us and wrapping an arm around both my waist and Avery’s. “This is so responsible of you guys.”

“Yes, exactly what I was thinking,” Avery said dryly. “How responsible of you, Lucas.”

I glared at her over the top of my mom’s head and mouthed a curse.

Avery carried on cheerfully until we entered the exam room and she spotted the table she had to sit on.

It had metal stirrups.

I coughed out a laugh. “I’ll just be outside.”

Mom grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

I gave her a helpless look. “Mom, she needs privacy. I’ll wait outside the door while the nurse and doctor . . . examine Avery.”

“I completely agree.” Mom nodded and crossed her arms. “So if you need me, I’ll be reading that new book about the naughty duke on my Kindle. In the waiting room. You two have fun!”

She was gone before I could argue.

Leaving both Avery and me staring at the table in horror.

“We could pay him off.”

“What was that?” I asked.

“And when I say ‘we,’ I mean you. You can pay off the doctor, tell him not to make me take off all my clothes and get on the death contraption.”

“Avery, I—”

“They make me spread my legs, Lucas!” she wailed. “And this thing”—she made an alligator motion with her arms—“clamps together and gets shoved up into . . . Well . . .” Her cheeks turned pink. “You know where, and then it does THIS!” Her arms slowly opened. “WIDE!”