Page 187 of Indiscretion

Of a cross-country moving adventure.

Then I blink and I’m here, Jordan holding my hands and leaning against me.

Elliot.

I love Elliot, and I promised I’d never walk away from him.

Leaving DC isn’t going to happen for me. Not as long as Elliot is there.

I kiss the side of his neck. “Time to go.”

He shivers a little in my arms and doesn’t release my hands. “What if they hate me?”

I turn him to face me. “They won’t hate you, baby. And their opinion isn’t relevant.”

“Isn’t that why you got us a room? Because you’re afraid they’ll hate me?”

I smile. “I got us a room so they’re not listening to me fuck your brains out all night, baby.”

“Oh.” He giggles. “Sorry, Sir.”

He’s adorable. Did I mention that?

Adorable guys are apparently my weakness.

When we pull into my parents’ driveway, they immediately emerge from the house and walk down to greet us.

Poor Jordan looks absolutely terrified. Yeah, telling his parents they suck, in person, is still hovering near the top of my list of things I wish I could do.

“Mom, Dad, I’d like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Jordan Walsh. Jor, this is Alan and Meredith Cruz.”

Mom swoops in for an immediate hug, which I hoped she would. “Jordan! It’s so good to finally meet you!”

Dad does the whole handshake bro-hug thing. “Nice to meet you, son.”

“Where’s Kayley?” I ask.

“She’ll be here in a little while,” Mom says. “Traffic. She said to start without her.”

“Ah.”

“Come on inside, boys,” Mom says.

When we hit the front foyer, Jordan stops in his tracks, nose in the air. The house smellsfabulous. Mom’s an amazing cook and I have to fight to keep the smile off my face.

Jordan turns to me, eyes wide. “No!”

I can’t hold it back and I start laughing. “Yeah.”

“Mimi’s picadillo recipe!”

I pull him in for a kiss. “Yes. I took a picture of it and a few others and e-mailed them to Mom.”

She laughs. “I was hoping we’d make it at least to the table before the surprise got blown.”

Jordan hugs Mom again and I don’t miss that he’s blinking back tears when he steps away from her.

“Thanks, Mom,” I mouth to her when Jordan starts to follow Dad into the living room.