“Oh, come on,” Jackson says, keeping his spot on the window seat and spreading out his hands, the seriousness of his gesture ruined a bit by the fact that he’s holding a raspberry pastry. “Do any of you honestly think that my presence at the Grant family home is going to help anything today?” “It’
“Have fun with mom,” I say, straightening up. “She’s nice to you, right?” “She’s so nice to me.” He replies, eyes wide, like he can’t believe how nice mom is to him. But we all know her, and so we just smile again, pleased to see him feeling cozy and cared for. “Okay, we’ll be back as soon as we
I watch Luca’s face change as he realizes that he’s causing a scene, and that this does indeed look like a press setup. Luca coming running out of the house to clasp my face in his hands, when he could have easily just let us come inside? Yeah, it really does look to everyone here – the press incl
“You were shocked?” Jesse asks, stepping forward, wanting more details. “Yes!” Luca says, almost shouting in his need to be believed. “She was asking me about the match, and life at the Academy, and then she just dropped the question about my mate in there casual as hell! I think she knew I was go
Rafe immediately goes into Prince-mode, continuing to pat Gran on the back while looking up at Luca and quietly mouthing “who is this?” Luca sighs and gestures towards her. “Rafe, this is my Gran,” he says. “She’s…a big fan.” “Oh,” Rafe says, his eyebrows going up, because of course we’ve heard
Passively, some part of me is very grateful that Gran speaks a different language from us – I want her to remember this as a nice day, not as the horrible afternoon it already is. “You can bring along any lawsuit you want,” Bruce says, giving a casual shrug as he meets Rafe’s eye. “I didn’t do any
“I didn’t do anything,” I correct, putting out a hand between us. “And it may be true that I’m good for Luca’s image, but it should have been our choice to make this announcement. I’m part of this now, and even if you are in charge of Luca’s public image, you’re not in charge of mine.” Bruce holds
“Luca,” I say, putting out my hands towards him. He lifts his eyes a little to meet mine, but he doesn’t move. I just raise my eyebrows, a demand in them, and he sighs and presses up off the door, coming to take my hands and sit by my side. “Your room is so cute,” I whisper. He laughs, though