Jasper Vale (The Edens #4)(37)

“Great.” My voice was too bright.

What was worse? Mom and Dad alone at Knuckles, where Dad would no doubt interrogate Jasper? Or at the house with my parents, siblings, nieces and nephews?

The house. Definitely the house. But it was too late. Mom was already rattling off potential dinner options.

“Burgers? Does Jasper like burgers?” she asked.

“Yes, he likes burgers.” Probably. Did he eat red meat? He normally cooked chicken.

Whatever. I’d eat two burgers if necessary.

“We’ll see you then,” Dad said. “Hope your headache goes away.”

“Me too.” I gave them a small smile.

“Oh, before I forget.” Mom held up a finger. “Did you talk to Brittany about swapping Sundays and Tuesdays?”

“Um, no.” What?

“I bumped into her the other day at the grocery store. She mentioned she was trying to make a little extra money before their summer vacation to Disney. So I offered to have her come out and do some cleaning at the house. I was thinking Tuesdays if you can switch her schedule so she’s working here Sundays instead. Then I could go to Griff and Winn’s and watch the kids there Tuesdays and stay out of her way.”

Tuesdays. I needed Brittany here Tuesdays. She was the only housekeeper on the schedule that day.

If she wanted extra money, why hadn’t she asked me first? I would have given her more shifts. Why hadn’t Mom told her to talk to me first instead of offering her a side gig?

But instead of getting mad, I smothered my frustration. At this point, I’d do anything to get back to normal with my parents. Even if that meant changing the schedule. Again.

“No problem. I’m sure I can adjust the schedule.”

“Thanks.” Mom smiled. “Let me know if it becomes a hassle and we’ll forget the whole thing.”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” I lied. It was going to be a cluster. “I’ll call Brittany.”

“See you tomorrow night.”

“Bye.” I waited until they were outside and past the hotel’s gleaming windows before I dropped my head to the desk.

If my head had hurt before Mom and Dad’s visit, it was unbearable as I left the hotel.

My skull throbbed, and when I hit the gravel on Alderson Road, my teeth rattled, making the pain worse.

Jasper’s Yukon was parked outside the A-frame when I got home. I found him in the kitchen, wearing a simple gray T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. His feet were bare, his hair damp, like he’d showered recently.

That stubble on his jaw was begging to be touched, and his lips needed to be kissed.

This man, this gorgeous man, was mine. Temporarily mine, but mine nonetheless. It took me by surprise each and every night. I’d walk through the door, and my heart would skip.

Would my real husband be as handsome as Jasper? Would he make me cookies so I wouldn’t show up at a family dinner empty-handed? Would he have a dirty mouth and wickedly talented tongue? Would he kiss me like he was a man drowning and I was his air?

Jasper spotted me standing inside the door. He was beside the counter, seasoning two small steaks on a cutting board. “Hey.”

“You eat red meat.” I sighed. Thank God.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head, about to set my purse down when I noticed the dining room table. My dining room table. “You went to my house?”

He nodded, washing his hands at the sink. “Foster and I took a few trips today. Hauled out the rest of the furniture.”

“Oh. Thank you.” I pulled out a familiar chair, sinking into the smooth, walnut seat. “I would have helped.”

He shrugged. “We had it covered.”

That meant all that was left was to clean. Then the owners could find another tenant.

“Most of the stuff I put in the shop,” he said.

“All right.” There wasn’t much need for my furniture inside the A-frame.

If I had kept sleeping on the couch, I would have insisted we bring in mine because it was more comfortable. But Jasper’s bed was a dream, soft and plush and warm. Not once had I woken in the middle of the night with cold feet, and the crook of his neck was better than any pillow.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Long. My parents stopped by. We need to go to the ranch for dinner tomorrow.” I braced, just like I had at the hotel. Shoulders pinned. Breath held.

That muscle—the angry muscle—feathered Jasper’s jaw. “I’m not one for family functions.”

“And I’m not one for anal play but I still let you shove your finger up my ass last night.”

“This is not the same.” His look flattened. “And you liked it last night.”

Yes, I had liked it.

Jasper was pushing my sexual boundaries, and each time we were together, he seemed to unlock a new level of pleasure. Last night had been nerve-racking and exhilarating. The combination had led to the most intense orgasm of my life.

“You might enjoy dinner with my family. If you tried.”

He walked to the fridge, taking out a sweet potato. Ignoring me.

“My family thinks I have horrible taste in men.”

“Okay,” he drawled, rifling through a drawer for the potato peeler. “I’ll try not to take offense to that.”