Melody Anne's Billionaire Universe: Roadside Assistance (Kindle Worlds Novella) (6 page)

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Jack said.

“Is ‘Jack’ short for something, dear?” Annette asked.

“Jacqueline.”

“Oh, I can call you Jacqueline then,” Annette said with a relieved smile.

“You probably shouldn’t if you want me to answer. Everyone has called me Jack since I was born. My brother was three and couldn’t say Jacqueline, so he called me Jack, and it stuck.”

Confusion clouded Annette’s face. “Oh, well, isn’t that…charming.”

“Mom,” Lathan warned in a low tone Jack hadn’t ever heard before.

“What? I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Jack put an arm around him and leaned in. “Lathan, it’s fine, really. I completely understand. Most people don’t know how to react to my name. I’m not offended.”

“Anyone going to introduce me?” Jack leaned over to peek around Annette, and spotted a sprite woman perched on a wrought-iron chair. She had to be eighty. The best part, she rocked a red and white polka dot wrap dress, a floppy white hat, and she was smoking a cigar.

Jack loved her on sight.

“Edie, please,” Annette begged.

“What? You’re all clucking over there and ignoring me.”

Jack took a seat next to the feisty woman and held out her hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m Jack.”

The little battle-ax winked and shook Jack’s hand. “Don’t let them make you feel bad about your name. As a matter of fact, don’t call me Edie anymore,” she enunciated to the group. “Call me Eddie, just like you would any guy.”

“You’ve got it, Eddie,” Jack said, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. Edie was so her people.

“Is this the young lady we’ve been waiting to meet?” a statuesque woman asked from behind them.

Jack turned. “Hi, I’m Jack, Lathan’s fiancée.”

“Hello. I’m his grandmother, Francine. Lovely to meet you.”

Edie leaned in as if to whisper, but then didn’t whisper at all. “Francine is my sister. Not the cool sister either.”

Francine shot Edie a look of warning. “Really, Edie, do you have to be so crass?”

Edie leaned back, winked, inhaled a puff of her cigar, and blew it in Francine’s face. The gesture had Francine giving Edie a glare and stomping away. The minute Francine’s back was turned, Edie threw up a middle finger.

Lathan threw his head back and laughed. Apparently, Lathan was her kind of people, too. Why her stomach flip flopped with the realization, she didn’t know.

“Really, Edie. What will people say?” Annette admonished.

Edie shrugged. “They’ll say what they’ve always said…that I’m the cool one.”

“Did you give her alcohol, Bradford?” Annette asked from behind her hand.

“Just one glass of wine,” Bradford said.

“You think I need anyone to divvy out my one glass of wine? I’m quite capable of getting glasses two, three, and four on my own, thank you very much!” Edie said as she punched a fist into the air. “Why do you think I didn’t get up?” She bumped her fist against her chest and belched. “Can’t.”

Jack grabbed Lathan’s arm and pulled him down to her. “I want to be her when I grow up.”

He winked and slid his hand in hers. She could get used to this. There’s no way these people were too stuck up. No way with someone like Edie in the mix.

“Why don’t I take you up to lie down for a bit, Aunt Edie?” Bradford stepped in and took her arm, but she just shook it off.

“I don’t need to lie down. I want to get to know Jack. Just get me a tall glass of ice water with some lemon, please, dear boy, and I’ll be tip top in no time.”

“I’d be happy to sit with her for a few minutes,” Jack offered.

“Maybe just a few, but we need to be making a formal announcement soon and introduce you to the guests.”

Edie waved a dismissive hand. “There’s plenty of time for that. Leave us!”

Annette cast an uneasy glance between Edie and Jack, but once Bradford arrived with the water, she allowed him to lead her away to a group of friends congregating around the open bar.

“Can I get you a drink, Jack?” Lathan asked.

“Yeah, a beer would be great.”

“Coming right up!”

“Get me one, too,” Edie called out.

“Hell no, Aunt Eddie.”

Lathan headed for the bar and Jack leaned over to Edie. “No worries, you can steal a few sips of mine.”

Edie patted Jack’s hand and took another puff of her cigar. “I knew I liked you the minute I saw you. So, what’s a great girl like you doing here, slumming it with the rich and dull?”

“You’re not dull.”

“I’m the only one who’s not dull. See that guy over there?” Edie pointed to a middle-aged guy staring into the bottom of his whiskey glass.

“His wife will only let him touch her once a year. On his birthday.” She swung her arm in the opposite direction. “That’s his wife. The reason she only gives it to him on his birthday is because she’s screwing her yoga instructor on the side.”

Jack leaned back and regarded the shrewd old lady. “You’re not drunk at all, are you? And remind me to stay on your good side.”

She shook her head. “Not drunk at all, but let them have their fun fussing.”

Lathan arrived with two beers, still in the bottles. She had to give him credit for that. “So, are you two getting along over here?”

“Of course we are. Don’t know where you found this one, Lathan, but you’ve done good,” Edie praised. She grinned at Jack and bumped a shoulder against hers.

“High praise!” he said, and clinked his bottle with Jack’s.

Edie looked back between the two and narrowed her eyes. “I sense something going on here. You haven’t done the horizontal mambo yet, have you?”

“Jesus,” Lathan sputtered, choking on his beer.

“You’re going have to teach me how you do that, Eddie,” Jack said, grinning as she handed the rambunctious lady her beer.

“Bless you, child,” Edie said, and then guzzled back half of the contents.

“Christ. I step away for a minute and you’ve bonded. I don’t know whether to be proud or terrified,” Lathan said.

“Be proud. I like this one, and you, boy, have always been my favorite. Black sheep, just like me. Now, don’t be an idiot; get this one down the aisle before she realizes she’s too good for all of us. I need a kindred spirit in this family. Jack will do nicely!”

5

A seed of resentment sat like lead in Lathan’s gut. This wasn’t his world. This wasn’t the future he had planned for himself, but with Liam gone he was stuck. He glanced down to Jack who stood tucked under his shoulder, her arm wrapped around his back. She would be his bright spot, but that meant pulling her into this shit world. There was still time to call it off. He could forgo the shares and call in a favor with Jessica and Alex.

“Ladies and gentlemen, friends, family, it is our pleasure to introduce Lathan’s fiancée, Ja-ack Price,” Annette announced to the crowd of mostly suits that had been soaking up the free booze for the past hour.

Guests glanced at each other questioningly before bursting into applause. Jack didn’t even acknowledge the awkward pause and instead gave him that quick grin, then, Christ Almighty, she winked. She did notice. She just didn’t care. He wanted to learn how to do that, how to be unaffected.

He itched to get her out of there, to take her somewhere they could be alone. He had limited time to get to know this fascinating creature before he married her, and he was feeling a bit selfish where she was concerned.

Wait staff descended upon the crowd to disburse flutes of Champagne. His dad raised his flute in the air, “To a long and successful union. May you be as blessed in your marriage as I have been in mine.” His mother ducked her head and blushed. As much as he hated the expectations they thrust upon him…he had loving parents who meant well.

He raised his glass and glanced down to Jack. “You didn’t get Champagne.”

She raised her beer in the air and smiled. “I’m not a Champagne kind of girl.”

He laid a gentle kiss to her forehead. When he pulled back, her smile had slipped, replaced by a look of confusion. “I think that’s what I like best about you, Jack. You couldn’t give a shit about what they see.”

They mingled and accepted congratulations. The women bombarded Jack, surrounding her, asking questions, offering advice, and treating her as though she were an exotic creature. She took it all in stride, laughing, making small talk, feigning interest in one topic or another.

And just like that, his failed proposal from the night before had all but disappeared from his mind. Kim had done him a favor by turning him down, because Jack was a better fit. He could envision social events with her on his arm. He would finally have someone with whom he could share the ridiculousness of it all.

She didn’t know it, but he was like her, low-key. All of a sudden, she didn’t feel like a stranger, but like one of his own, someone who could understand him in ways that his family couldn’t. That was the biggest draw of all.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Lathan?” Jack asked.

He pulled her in a bit closer and spoke quietly in her ear. “I want this party over. I have other ideas.”

She snorted. “Of course you do. All guys do. What makes you think I’m game?”

“Oh, I don’t want to get you into bed.”

She choked on her beer. “You’re a blunt one, Lathan, and a surprise.” She squared her shoulders and faced him. “So, if you don’t want me in bed, what are you looking for?”

“Romance.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

He dragged a finger over the delicate skin of her temple. The hum of the crowd faded in the background. “Because we’re going to be married and year is a long time. I don’t know about you, but I would rather spend it enjoying each other. There’s no reason we can’t have a little fun, right?”

“We need some ground rules before we have this “fun” you’re suggesting.” She held eye contact with him while she stood her ground.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and grinned when she sucked in a breath. “Ground rules. Got it. Hit me with it.”

“This marriage is temporary. One year and it’s over.”

He kissed her cheek. “One year, check.”

“No children.”

Her husky voice gave away what he was doing to her, and damned if that didn’t provoke him to do more. “No procreating, got it. We get to practice though, right?”

She nodded. “Eventually, we’ll practice.”

He kissed the tip of her nose and delighted in the crimson stains that appeared on her cheeks. “Any more rules, Jack?”

She cleared her throat. “The most important one…no falling in love.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Lingered there. Memorizing the feel of her warm skin under his lips. “I’ll do my best to balance my charm with a fair amount of annoying shit, so you don’t fall shamelessly in love with me.”

She slapped his arm playfully. “There’s no way I’m falling for you.”

Well, they would just see about that. One thing Lathan couldn’t resist was a challenge. Not when his friends dared him to climb into the window of the daughter of the chief of police. Not when Liam challenged him to a race the day he got his license, resulting in Lathan’s losing his license until he was eighteen. Not when Liam’s death thrust a multi-billion-dollar company into his unfit lap. And not when his parents hit him with a last-minute hoop to jump through to obtain what was rightfully his.

He framed her face with his hands and stared into those olive eyes, losing a piece of himself to the vulnerability in their depths. The hum of the guests faded away.

“Lingering touches and gazing into my eyes, also against the rules.”

“Too bad for you, I’ve never been good with rules.” He slanted his mouth over hers and sucked her bottom lip between his. When she sighed, he took the opportunity to tease her lips open with his tongue.

How had he gone his lifetime without this? Without her arms circling his waist? Without her soft sighs with every slide of his lips?

Not falling in love had just become impossible.

Okay, she could do this. She glanced at her skeptical face in the mirror. No, really, she had this. So Lathan kissed her in a way no other man had. So what? That didn’t mean anything other than he had had a lot of practice. She caught the hard glare on her face. No getting jealous over the women in his past. This is temporary.

She wished she believed it.

She splashed cool water on her face and dried her flushed skin with a thick white towel. She had ducked into the house after the kiss. She absolutely wasn’t running away, at least, that’s what she told herself. When Lathan had pulled away, Jack grew self-conscious, something that never happened, when she spotted his parents watching them out of the corner of her eye. Annette had been kind enough to lead her into the house to collect herself.

Speaking of Annette, she needed to finish up before Annette guessed that Jack was avoiding her.

Shit.

She’d been with them for all of an hour and already she had been knocked off her axis. She hadn’t been prepared to like his family. Knowing he was ridiculously rich, she assumed his family to be snobby and judgmental. So far she had seen very little of that. Then there was Edie, hell on wheels, and Jack couldn’t wait to get more time with her.