Page 6 of The Champion
I knew instantly where he was going with that statementas did my over-reactive quick tempered husband.
Jameson, who had been building his own mash potatovolcano, looked at his dad next to him. “What the fu—” he stopped when herealized Lane was waiting for the slip. “...whatdid you say?”
“Darn it.” Lane laughed.
“I said this is anicetable you guys have.”Jimi’s voice laced with innuendo.
Jameson glanced over at me with suspicious eyes. “You...were they...no...” his eyes flickered back to Jimi who wasgrinning widely. “You have to be fucking kidding me!” he threw his wallet atLane and stalked away. “This is fucking bullshit!”
“What’s he so mad about?” Emma finally realized we wereall gaping at Jimi and Nancy, who had long since turned a bright shade of red.
“Way to go, Jimi.” Charlie praised patting his back.
“What are they talking about?” Lucas asked. He’d beenjust as clueless as Emma that we had just found out that Jimi and Nancy did thehorizontal mambo on our dining room table since we humped on theirs once.
“Jameson’s mad because they did—” Logan began.
In a complete shit move, I kicked Logan under the tableto get him to shut up. Yep, I resorted back to schoolyard survival with asix-year old. When he cried, I felt like a complete asshole...until he cackled and ran into the familyroom where Jameson had disappeared.
I had my reasoning for kicking Logan, the last thing weneeded was for Lane to start asking questions. Lane was still innocent. Givehim a few years and Spencer would surely destroy that, but I refused to do itmyself.
Once dinner was done and we’d moved on from theconversations of Nancy and Jimi on our table, Jameson returned to the kitchen.He’d been holed up in the family room playing video games with Lane and Justinand avoiding everyone else.
“You have some serious making up to do.” He said to melifting my chin so he could press a kiss on my lips.
“Yes, yes, making up...”I placed the last plate in the dishwasher before closing the lid shut. “lots ofmaking up.”
“That’s right.” He nodded walking back into the familyroom where Van was wrestling with the twins.
Van came in a few minutes later, breathless from theexertion. “Thanks so much for dinner Ms. Sway.” He threw an arm around myshoulder. “You sure can throw down a meal.” His other hand rubbed his bellyleisurely. “I may need to move in now.”
“Thanks Van, did you get enough to eat?” Alley and I putthe final touches on the desert buffet we’d created on the center island.
“Yes, definitely...”his gaze shifted as Alley carried the brownies over. “wow...look at that.” His eyes widened as he tookin the sugar insanity.
Van quickly gathered a few brownies and other treatsbefore making his way into the movie room.
Jameson snuck back into the kitchen, wrapping his armsaround my waist and pulled me outside with him.
“Now,” his lips captured mine. “for that making up youhave to do...” The cool winter air mixedwith his warmth breath causing me to shiver as I melted into him.
Before Jameson could hold me to the making up, Charlieand Jimi stepped outside onto the patio with us, laughing like Cheech and Chongin the movieUp in Smoke. I was almost positive that was the movieplaying in the movie room now as I thought about it.
“What’s wrong with them?” Jameson asked in a verymelodramatic way running his hands through his hair stepping away from me.
I watched them for a moment and knew something was wrong.
“I have no clue.” Something was bizarre about the waythey were acting.
Frustrated, Jameson threw his hands up in the air. “I’mnot...there’s,” he seemed to search forhis words for a moment. “Something wrong with them. They don’t usually act thisway.”
“They’re on something.” I deduced after Charlie chuckledonce, his pupils dilated to the point you couldn’t see the chocolate of hisirises.
“Oh my god,” Jameson balked examining his dad’sbehavior—who was currently peeing on the side of our house while Charlielaughed hysterically.
“They’re definitely on something.” Was my finalassessment too.
“What though?”
