I Crave You by C.C. Wood

Author:C.C. Wood [Wood, C.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2020-08-09T18:30:00+00:00

18

I stared in the mirror and tugged at the hem of my dress.

Tonight was dinner with Brody's parents. Happy, happy, fun times were sure to be had by all.

God, how had I ended up in this situation? I hadn't even slept with Brody, yet I was about to go have dinner with him, his daughter, and his parents. I hadn't had a 'meet the parents' moment with a guy in years. My last few boyfriends and I hadn't gotten that far.

Though his mother, Marilyn, detested me, I'd spent a fair amount of time at their house growing up. Birthday parties, barbeques, and pool parties. And while Marilyn and Thomas considered themselves above most of Farley's citizens, they did try to keep up appearances, which meant they had to invite the local pediatrician and his lovely wife to their events. My parents were a huge part of the town and knew nearly everyone. They had an active social life despite Dad's busy schedule at his office.

Now, I was going back with their son. I already knew that I would get slightly amused tolerance, as though I was a less-than-well-trained dog who'd piddled on the parlor rug. But Marilyn, well, she was the mistress of backhanded compliments and veiled insults. I would have to sit next to Brody and endure them for the rest of the night.

It hit me in the gut then, the realization that I would have to 'endure' meals like this for the rest of my life if things worked out between us. I loved him and I wanted to live with him, help him raise Jacks, and grow old with him.

As I stared into the eyes of my reflection, I wondered if it would be worth it. Facing the hostility, condescension, and barely audible comments about gold digging. I'd never considered it before because I'd been so deep in my own head and feelings for Brody.

Could I handle it?

I studied the woman with long, blonde hair like her mother and dark brown eyes like her father and I knew, without a doubt, that I could handle any fucking thing they threw at me.

I would persist with kindness, love, and strength. I would brave any ugliness hurled at me. Because their thoughts and opinions of me didn't matter. I didn't have to live with that sort of stain on my soul.

I squared my shoulders and smoothed my dress down one more time. The lavender sundress wasn't fancy but it highlighted the curves of my torso without making me feel like I was completely on display. I had someplace to be and I'd spent enough time staring at myself in the mirror.

I went to the bed and scooped up my one designer bag. It was small, beige, and cute. Sierra had given it to me for Christmas a couple of years ago. I also wore nude wedge sandals. It was likely that Marilyn would look down her nose at them, but they were comfortable and they made my legs look awesome.

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