Hugo promises that he will and then bids her goodbye. When she’s out of earshot, he groans. “He’s a dinosaur and I still can’t go anywhere without the old ladies in this town asking about him. Was he a damn stallion in his day or what?”

We both grimace at the thought of Grandpa fucking…well, anyone.

“Mr. Park,” a woman in a pencil skirt calls out to Hugo. “We’re about to begin. You can head for the podium.”

I clap a hand on Hugo’s shoulder and grin at him. “Make it quick. I don’t have all night.”

“You know,” Hugo grumbles, “most guys would tell their brother, ‘Good luck.’”

“You’re a Park.” I shrug. “You were born with good luck. This position is yours. You just have to take it. Now hurry the fuck up or I’ll go Jude on you and vanish.”

“You’re such a dick, Cal. I better see your ass after for a celebratory drink.”

One drink.

And then I’m going to see my girl.

Chapter Twelve

Willa

It’s like I’m under a microscope now. Darren, since he got home from the office, has been watching me like a hawk. Peeked in on me while I was doing homework and then stared at me all through dinner as if he could see right inside my mind.

He didn’t kill me, which means he can’t.

If he could, he’d see me replaying this afternoon over and over and over again.

I touched Callum’s cock.

He was huge, just like he warned. Rather than terrifying me, I craved it even more. I can’t stop thinking about the feel of him in my hand. How the heat of his erection was hot to the touch, burning through his slacks and warming my hand.

I’d wanted to unzip him and pull his cock out. To kneel before him, licking and sucking until he came. Of course, we didn’t get that opportunity, but I wanted it nonetheless.

“Levi, help your sister,” Darren barks out, making me jump and nearly drop the sponge.

I cringe as Levi enters the kitchen and starts collecting dishes. When Mom isn’t drugged off her ass, she’s a good cook. On the days she’s beyond cooking, like today, one of us does the task. Tonight, Darren made tacos.

“Spencer is one of them,” Levi mutters under his breath. “You do realize that, right?”

His body is too close to mine. I can feel his warmth at my back. I don’t like not having him in my line of sight. Tossing the sponge, I whirl around to face him.

“No way,” I deadpan. “I had no idea.”

Levi’s nostrils flare. “They’re turning you into a smartass.”

“Maybe I’m finally just tired of putting up with your crap.”

He snorts. “Too late to find your backbone now.”