“I’m sorry, what?” I hop off the counter. “Like my whole family?” My voice actually cracks with that news. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” “Yeah well, your dad and I talked. I’m bringing the kids to the game tomorrow, and then we’re all going to your parents’ house for dinner. Now grab your stuff, and let’s get the fuck out of here.” Cross moves closer, his hand sliding down my back as he cups my ass. “And Everly . . . leave on the shirt.”
