Wicked Sexy Liar (Wild Seasons #4) by Christina Lauren

Author:Christina Lauren [Lauren, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 2016-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter TEN

Luke

“NO THANK YOU,” Grams says as Mom carries the serving dish to where she sits. “No asparagus for me, Julie. Those white ones make me feel like I’m eating tiny penises.”

Dad chokes on a sip of wine and Margot’s eyes shoot up to the ceiling while she struggles to keep from laughing.

Our dining room is bright and expansive, with thick cream wallpaper and a large chandelier hanging over a hand-carved cherry table. The décor is way too nice for the kinds of conversations that go down in here when my grandmother is around.

I smile adoringly at my grandmother. “You’re a poet, Grams.”

“Mom,” Dad says in warning, and then looks at me. “Don’t encourage her.”

“What?” Her milky blue eyes widen innocently at him across the table. “Have you looked at them, Bill? It’s been forever since I changed your diaper or wiped your butt, so I’m not suggesting it looks like your—”

“Can you pass the bread?” Margot interrupts.

Grams picks up the bread bowl with a shaky hand and passes it to my sister. “Honestly.” She shakes her head. “Penises are the strangest-looking organ. If being a lesbian had been an option in my day, I would have definitely gone that direction.” She waves a hand. “Not that I didn’t love cleaning up after my feral children and cooking for your father for fifty years.”

“Oh boy,” Margot mumbles.

“Female bodies are so much more pleasant,” Grams muses. “With the breasts and legs and whatnot.”

I laugh into my water glass.

“You should laugh,” Grams says, pointing a delicate, withered finger at me. “You love your penis more than anything in the world.”

I raise my brows as if to say, Well, you’re not wrong, but Mom lets out a tiny squeak. “Anne,” she says quietly, “Luke doesn’t . . .”

The sentence hangs there and the silence bounces around between us.

“Doesn’t what?” Grams asks into the abyss. “Love his penis? Don’t be thick. Margot tells me Luke hasn’t had a girlfriend in years, but look at that smile.” She points at me again. “No boy his age smiles like that without a lot of willing ladies around, if you catch my meaning.”

“She has a point,” I say.

“Luke Graham Sutter,” Mom whisper-hisses. “Honestly.”

“There may be a change happening,” Margot says, and then slides a stalk of asparagus between her teeth, biting down savagely. I wince. Chewing, she says, “Remember that text I sent you the other day? Luke has a crush on a girl.”

Time stops. Forks go silent. Jaws drop open and dust settles.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan, stabbing a bite of chicken.

“Watch your mouth, son,” Dad says under his breath.

I glare at my sister. “You’re on a tear lately, Margot. Are you trying to push me out of this state?”

“Well, what do I have to lose?” she asks. “You’re running out of willing sexual partners in Southern California. Unless you just cycle through them again and forget their na—”

I cut her off with a low “Margot.”

“Luker?” Mom asks me, ignoring this. “You have a girlfriend?”

“No,” Margot answers for me.

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