Page 36 of Unscripted Love

I cupped the back of his neck, pressed my lips to his, and kissed him tenderly until someone whistled and startled us. Josi and Dee giggled and waved as they walked to their cars.

“Better?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm,” Chaz said. “That will tide me over.”

“Until?” I asked. I was eager to spend time with him.

“Saturday,” he hesitantly said like he was afraid I would be mad at him.

“That’s only two days from now,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I told him. “I’m proud of you.”

“You don’t even know what I’ve written,” Chaz replied.

“Doesn’t matter; I’m still proud of you.”

Chaz kissed me once more before he headed to his car. I waited to make sure it started before I headed home. I debated on whether I should tell my mom about the house Becker found then decided to hold off until after I saw the inside. Thinking about my mom reminded me about her little stunt. I called my best ally in the world to plead for her help.

“What’s up, bro?” Jenn said into the phone.

“I need your help,” I told her. “Mom is meddling in my love life.”

“And where do you see me playing into this?” Jenn asked.

“Tell her about the baby, Jenna. She’ll forget all about me and my pitiful love life.”

“Is your love life that pitiful?” Jenna asked.

“It’s not where I want it to be, but I think it’s heading in the right direction.”

“Good,” Jenn said. “You’ve been an amazing brother to me my entire life and I want you to be happy.”

“Does that mean you’re going to tell Mom that you’re pregnant?” I asked hopefully.

“Not a snowball’s chance in hell,” she replied then laughed at my misery.

“Fine,” I said. “I hope I don’t accidentally let that cat out of the bag.”

“You wouldn’t!” Jenn exclaimed. She was right; I would never do that to her.

“Your secret is safe with me, Jenn.”

She let out a thankful sigh. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but that means you owe me one.”

“Or a hundred,” Jenn replied.

“I stopped keeping score when we were nine and six.”

“I probably owe you a thousand favors for taking the blame that time I knocked out the window over the kitchen sink with a softball,” Jenn said then laughed at the memory.

“Or that time you snuck out for a concert and ran out of gas,” I added. “Sis, you better hope the little dumpling takes after Brett, or you both are screwed.”

“I probably deserve to have a brat like me,” she admitted. “Love you, Ky.”