God, she’s so fucking sexy when she’s playful and teasing.

“We’ll never be poor and destitute.” I grab hold of her ass and lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. “I’m a Park and we Parks have massive trust funds.”

“I thought teaching was your calling.”

“It was a job and one that led me to you. While I’ll be grateful for it, I don’t need it. Any more questions or can I eat your pretty pussy? I’m ready to celebrate.”

She giggles when I toss her onto the bed. “Celebrate what?”

“Us, sweetheart. I want to celebrate us.”

Chapter Thirty

Willa

Dinner with my boyfriend’s family.

No big deal.

No. Big. Deal.

“You’re totally freaking out,” Gemma says, a wicked grin curling her lips. “You’re dating my brother and yet you’re worried about his family. You do realize Callum is the scary one, right?”

There’s nothing scary about Callum in my eyes, so maybe I can relax.

Maybe.

Okay, so, doubtful.

“What if they don’t like me?” My stomach bottoms at that thought. “What if—”

“I’ll stop you right there.” Gemma tugs on a strand of my hair that I spent too long flat ironing in hopes of being somewhat presentable tonight. “First of all, Dempsey and Spencer already like you. And of course, I love you.”

We both grin at our reflections in the bathroom mirror.

“Hugo likes everyone, or at least pretends to,” Gemma says with a smirk. “Likeability is a big part of his campaign.”

He was friendly enough when he saved us from the detectives, so that’s one less family member to stress out about.

Gemma turns to study me. “That leaves Jude, and well, he’s Jude. He doesn’t really like anyone, especially not himself. You won’t even land on his radar.”

“Why doesn’t he like himself?”

Her smile falls and she avoids contact. “You’ll see.”

“And your parents?”

“Mom will be happy that Callum’s finally happy,” Gemma says with a sad smile. “Their drama goes way back to high school.” She waves off the rest—thankfully, all of which Callum already told me—and huffs. “But Dad? He’s probably going to be annoyed and push Callum’s buttons. It’s kind of their thing. Every dinner, every gathering. There’s always this tension. We’re used to it, but it’ll probably be awkward as fuck for you.”

Heavy footsteps thud into the bedroom and then Callum appears in the bathroom doorway. He’s dressed down in dark jeans and a tan Henley, but it somehow makes him even more hot than usual. My mouth waters and my skin flushes.

“What’ll be awkward?” Callum asks, dark brow arched in question.

“Your face.” Gemma snorts out a laugh and then screeches when Callum launches at her. “Do not touch me, you freak!”