Almost Fate by Kylie Gilmore

Author:Kylie Gilmore [Gilmore, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: comtemporary romance, romantic comedy, humor, geek romance, chick lit, women's fiction
Publisher: Extra Fancy Books
Published: 2018-05-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Christina speared another forkful of chicken pot pie. “The food is wonderful. Thanks so much for bringing it.”

“You’re welcome,” Laila murmured from where she sat across the table in the kitchen of their new rental. “It’s from the diner where I work.”

Something was up with her, Christina thought. She seemed docile and withdrawn all through dinner, not at all the fierce, fiery woman she’d been earlier in the day.

“I’m thinking after the concert, we should have people come back here to party,” Griff said after finishing his order of meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and string beans.

“You want to invite everyone from the concert?” Christina asked. “I don’t think we can all fit.”

“Nah,” Griff said. “Just some VIPs. Maybe give my old bandmates a call. Laila, of course.”

Laila brightened at this.

“Musician friends only,” Griff said. “I want to hang with people who feel the music. Maybe we can get Laila to jam with us on her guitar.”

Christina turned to Laila. “I’d love to hear you play.”

Laila shook her head. “I’m not any good.”

Griff put up a hand. “Don’t listen to her, Chris. She’s got music in her blood.”

Laila blushed furiously and stood abruptly, leaving half her chicken pot pie on the plate. “I should get going. I’ll leave you two alone.”

“We’ll talk,” Christina said. “Soon, okay?”

Laila backed out of the room, whirled, and headed out the door. “Bye!”

Christina turned to Griff. “Did she seem different to you?”

He shrugged. “Maybe she’s tired. It’s only been a day since the funeral.”

True. “She any good?”

“Yeah, she’s good. She’s got an ear, talent, passion. Just no confidence. A musician who doesn’t play is one miserable son of a bitch.”

“You’ll set her straight. Maybe you can get her to join you in a song at the concert.”

“Yeah.”

She studied him for a moment, a little surprised at how quiet he’d been about his dad passing considering how deeply he felt most things. “How’re you doing? You okay after the funeral?”

He blew out a breath. “I’m kinda numb. I don’t think it’s really hit me yet.”

Christina stood and crossed to his side of the table, running her fingers through the silky black hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m here for you.”

“I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to be with you.” He stood and pulled her close, running his hands from the outside of her legs, over her hips, stopping to rest on her waist. “I love when you wear these thin, tight little pants.”

She smiled. “Leggings.” She always wore black leggings with her oversized purple sweater.

“Leggings,” he repeated and lifted her. She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, dinner forgotten. His warm lips grazed against hers as he spoke. “So…is this the part where we have makeup sex?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

She kissed him passionately. He turned so her back was against the wall, continuing their kiss, the hard planes of his body pressing against her. She moaned in the back of her throat.

He lifted his head. “Too many windows here.

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