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it, but I could not cook it.
    “What I bring every year, Rice Krispie squares with Reese’s Pieces.”
    He stopped nibbling on my earlobe and looked at me straight on. “What are those?”
    I chuckled. “What do you mean what are those? What do you think?” He shrugged. Oh my god. “You don’t know what Rice Krispie squares are! Oh you poor, rich, sheltered man.”
    “I could take a wild guess that they’re made out of rice.”
    “Not rice, rice cereal. And butter and marshmallows. They’re super good. I pretty much grew up eating them.” Wrong! I grew up eating those and only those. “I’ll make extra to keep here for snacks.”
    “All right. Sounds delish. Speaking of snacks...” His fingers made their way up my back, and underneath my bra clasp. I swatted at his arms. “No. I have work to do. Go read your book.” I reached for my paperwork. He took it from me and threw it on the floor. I gasped. I would have protested louder, but Levi showed me some other more pressing matters.

L’action de Grace
    LEVI

    T o say Veronica was nervous would be an understatement. I reached over and grabbed her hands to stop her from wringing them. I was afraid that she would separate her joints in frustration. I’d had a hard enough time getting her into the car. She’d tried to come up with unbelievable excuses just so I would give up and tell her that we could stay.
    Her last attempt had nearly worked. When she told me she hadn’t worn underwear, I’d been tempted, but once I devastatingly discovered that she’d fibbed, the plan was back on.
    “Why are you so anxious? It’s just me. I love you no matter what happens tonight.” I glanced away from the road to give her a once-over.
    Her shoulders slouched forward as she sighed. “I wish it was just that. It’s not you that’s the problem. And it’s not Maggie. You’ll take a liking to her for sure.” She paused and worked her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s my mother.”
    I chuckled. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Her mother couldn’t be as intolerable as mine. “She sounded lovely over the phone.”
    “Ha! Right. Because it wasn’t freaky enough that she managed to track you down and force you to come for Thanksgiving dinner.” I kept my eyes on the road, but I could feel the tension emanating from her as she spoke. “Don’t you find that a little bit odd? I asked her how she did it and she said ‘I have my ways, Nica’. I mean, come on!” Her hands detached from mine and flew in the air.
    “I thought it was sweet. I would have met her eventually.” I placated her, taking one of her hands again and bringing it to my lips. “Veronica, I’m very serious about this relationship. I would have asked to meet your family sooner or later.” Just as long as she didn’t ask to meet mine.
    She huffed out a heavy breath. “Fine. But you can’t say that I didn’t warn you. And you can’t blame me for anything wrong that happens. Ever.”
    “I promise.” I kissed her hand again and snickered against it. Looking over, I saw her pout and could not help but be a tad nervous myself. I was great with families and parents when I wasn’t too serious about the relationship. But with Veronica…I’d suffer if something happened to us.
    This had to work. I had to impress her family, let them know I was the right man for Veronica, even though, through and through, I hated to admit I wasn’t worthy of her love.
    As soon as we parked on the driveway of her childhood home, a portly woman dressed in a plum taffeta evening dress waved at us from the porch. I kept my laughter in check as I unfolded myself out of the car, walked to the back, and opened the trunk.
    “Oh my freaking lord.” Veronica groaned beside me, gripping me like she had talons. Her face paled. “What is she wearing?”
    “Hallooooo!” Her mother glided down the steps to us, patting her hair in place as she approached. She practically pushed her daughter aside to get to me, and when she