Pulling into the parking lot of Morty’s, we all get out and Kai backs his bike into the spot right next to us. Taking his helmet off, he looks at Dad. “Can I leave my helmet in the trunk?”
The trunk pops and Kai puts it inside. His hand flattening on the small of my back, he motions for our parents to lead the way. As we walk, he leans and whispers just low enough towhere only I can hear him. “Our name looks so good on you, baby. Are you aching for me as much as I am for you?”
Well, if I wasn’t, I am now.
I nod.
“Mmmm, just how I like you. Needy for my?—”
“Table for four, under the name Donahue.” My dad tells the hostess when we walk through the doors of the steakhouse.
“Absolutely.” She grabs four menus and her eyes snap to Kai, blushing. “Follow me.”
We follow, and I look over at him. “Do you know her?”
“Do I know who?” He asks, sliding his palm against mine, lacing our fingers together. “I don’t see anyone but you, Princess.”
My stomach fills with flutters.Geez, he really knows how to make a girl feel like she’s the only one in the room.“Don’t play dumb, Kai. I know you saw her look at you.”
We stop at a table, and he pulls my chair out, motioning for me to sit. He leans in. “She can look, Isla, but you know where my cock’s going to be tonight.” A peck on my cheek, and he pushes my chair in and takes the menu she holds out to him.
“Thanks.”
“I don’t mean to fangirl but do you play for the Coyotes?”
Here we fucking go.
“Yeah, I do.” Kai replies politely. “And this is my mother, my stepfather, and my wife. Here, Princess,” Kai hands me the menu. “Hand that to your dad for me.”
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KAI
“Malakai James!” My mother hisses.
The smug look on my face doesn’t disappear as I look the hostess in the eye. “Can I get the others?” Motioning to the two remaining menus in her hands.
She silently hands them to me and walks away, her face red with embarrassment.
“Was that necessary?”
“Yes, Mom, it was. If I didn’t say something, she was going to hit on me in front of the woman I love. I figured it would just be easier to draw that line now.” I look at the menu and look over at my future father-in-law. “Oh, look, Gene,” pointing to the paper. “They have your favorite beer.”
“Shit.” Isla mutters under her breath, flipping the menu over in her hands.
“What’s the matter, Princess?”
“They changed the menu, and these don’t have allergen warnings. I’m just going to have to get a salad.” She lets out a frustrated sigh.
This could go bad if she eats something that’s contaminated, or if I eat something and I have it on me and touch her. I rarelyeat out randomly, and I know she doesn’t either. It’s just easier to cook food at home. Even eating at places that are strictly vegan can be an issue, because while she can tolerate almonds and oats, peanuts, walnuts, and a variety of other nuts are issues. Soy is a huge issue and that shit’s in everything.
“What meds did you bring with you? I think you should take the antihistamine now.” Isla digs through her bag and pulls out a pill bottle and two small cases on the table.
One is the medication that can help prevent anaphylaxis, and the other is an EpiPen.
I swear nothing gives me more anxiety than her potentially eating something that could land her in the hospital or, worse, take her from me.
“We should just go,” her dad interjects.
