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to be too much for you, all you have to do is say so,” Blake stressed, opening the front door and allowing me to enter first.
    “I don’t think it’s your sister I need to worry about,” I giggled.
    His eyes widened with realization before he spoke. “If Drew says anything out of line, let me know.”
    “Blake,” I soothed, “it’s just dinner. Relax.”
    “I can’t help but worry, Violet. I know what they’re like.” I was looking forward to having a nice dinner with Blake and his family. I hardly saw my own mother these days because she was too busy with her new boy toy. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sat around a family table.
    “They can’t be that bad,” I giggled as Drew appeared to greet us.
    “Hi, Violet!” he said with a grin as he pulled me into a tight hug. “Here, let me take your coat. Would you like a drink? We have wine, beer, water, soda…”
    “Drew, let her get through the damn door first,” Blake snorted. “And I’ll take Violet’s jacket.” I turned, grinning at him as he helped me with my coat.
    “Told you,” he whispered into my ear so that Drew couldn’t hear. Okay, Blake might have had a point.
    “Come on in. Sarah is cooking up a storm,” Drew beamed.
    The house was very homey, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering toward the picture frames on the large fireplace in the center of the room.  
    “Is this you?” I asked Blake, looking at a photo of two young children.
    “Yeah,” he cringed. “Mom always insisted on matching outfits for Sarah and me at Christmas.”
    “You were really cute,” I teased.
    “Hey, are you trying to say I’m not cute now?” he gasped, looking offended.
    “I wouldn’t use cute now.” He was about to say something but his sister walked into the room right then.
    “Violet, Drew and I are so happy you could make it tonight,” Sarah gushed, rushing across the room to hug me. Blake’s family all seemed to be real huggers.    
    “Blake said your lasagna was legendary,” I replied, darting my eyes over to him.
    “No pressure to get it right, then,” she stressed, glancing at her watch. “Shit, I need to get the salad ready.”
    “Let me know if I can help you with anything,” I called as Sarah rushed back into the kitchen.
    “I will, thanks!” she shouted from somewhere out of sight.
    “She’ll relax once the food is ready,” Drew snorted. “So, wine is it, Violet?”
    “Sure,” I smiled, taking a seat next to Blake on the couch.
    “Beer for you, Blake?” He nodded, stroking the back of my hand.
    “This is so weird,” he murmured once we were alone again.
    “What is? Me being here?”
    “No, Drew and Sarah trying to act like the perfect hosts. I usually have to get my own beer when I visit.”
    “Maybe I should come with you to dinner more often,” I giggled before realizing how hopeless that was. I was leaving in less than a week, after all, and would be just a fading memory for Blake in a few months—the supermodel he fucked for a few weeks. I didn’t think he was the gloating type, but then did I really know him at all? Men had a way of offering you anything to get you into bed. I could just be a conquest to him for all I knew…another notch in his bedpost.
    “You have no idea how much I’d like that.” He linked his fingers with mine, entwining them so we were joined as one. It was difficult not to believe him when my heart was pleading for him to be truthful.
    Dinner was amazing. Like Blake had said, Sarah could really cook.
    “So, I have to ask,” she mused, starting to clear the plates. “What is going on between the two of you?”
    “Sarah!” Blake snapped. “That’s none of your goddamn business!”
    “Blake, Violet Weathers is at my dinner table with my brother. I think I have a right to know what’s going on.”
    “Blake is just keeping me company while I’m here,” I muttered, trying to defuse the situation.
    “But he’s just a mechanic,” Drew