Racing out of the car, I rounded the bonnet, making it to her side just as she closed the door, her lips turned into a knowing grin.
“Damn independence,” I growled, taking her hand in mine and lacing our fingers, then made our way up the gravel drive.
“Don’t worry, Spunk. You will have plenty of opportunities to be a gentleman,” she quipped, patting my butt.
Grunting in reply, I looked over at the huge shiny truck in awe. The colour was a deep purple, with so many shiny chrome pieces it looked more like a show truck than something you used every day.
“This is your dad’s?”
“Yep. Spring reckons he loves the truck more than he does his kids.” Her chuckle genuine. “He likes to enter it into Show and Shines at truck events. He has one coming up this weekend, so he won’t leave it at work overnight in the dusty yard until after the show.”
“It’s his? The prime mover?”
“He has part ownership in Charlene. My grandpa is his silent partner, but Lennie is working on buying Pa out,” Meadow explained, but I was stuck on the weirder part of her explanation.
“I’m sorry, did you say Charlene? The truck has a name?”
Laughing, Meadow stopped to give me a quick kiss. “Weirdos, remember.”
“Oh, I remember,” I grumbled under my breath, “and it keeps getting weirder by the minute.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Spunk.” Meadow’s ominous warning, delivered with her sexy, sassy smile, did nothing to alleviate my worry or my sweating.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I challenged, following behind Meadow up the steep steps leading to the front door, then she looked over her shoulder at me.
“Are you kidding! I am going to take a video so we can look back on this one day and remember the day you regretted putting your money where your mouth is.” Her giggles amplified to a full out belly laugh. Opening the door, Meadow called out to her parents, alerting them that she had arrived.
I know where I want your mouth.
“Patience, Spunk, meet the parents first, then blow job.”
Huh, what? I said that out loud? And fuck, what a time for my dick to get hard. Meadow had me like putty in her hands, and she probably knew it too.
The arrival of a woman that looked exactly like Meadow cut off my growl and stopped me from grabbing Meadow and kissing her.
Patience? When it came to Meadow, I feared I didn’t have any.
I attempted to hide my smile behind my slice of pizza as I watched Luca from the corner of my eye, but seeing him sitting cross-legged on the carpet in my parent’s lounge room was making that task very difficult.
“More pizza, Luca?” Trish offered from her perch on the double beanbag I was sharing with her.
“Thanks, Trish, I think I will have another piece of the barbeque chicken one.” Holding his plate out to her, Luca gave me a mock menacing frown, then winked at me.
When we arrived an hour ago, I honestly thought Luca was going to pass out right there in the front entry. Being greeted by Trish went pretty well; her enthusiastic hug and patting of his cheeks was pretty understated for my mother, then Lennie walked out of the kitchen and into the hall, and Luca’s face practically turned white. I may have left out exactly how scary my dad was when I told him about my parents, but telling your very new boyfriend, your dad was a one hundred and fifty kilo mountain of muscle. Sporting a long handlebar moustache, neck tats and a man-bun had never worked well for me in the past.
Meeting Lennie for the first time required a more soft and mellow approach. The less description beforehand lessened the urge for your new boyfriend to run.
Watching Luca sitting happily on the floor accepting more pizza, the precise spot where Breckon entered the world, I might add, I knew he was definitely the one.
Tick, tick and tick!
“So, Luca,” Lennie rumbled out. “You blow shit up for a living, is that right?” My dad had the deepest voice, and Mum likened it to the header pipes on a Harley Davidson. A deep, low rumble that warmed and soothed you. At least, that was how we saw it, other people just thought he was scary. Thankfully, Luca had not shown any signs of running since sitting down across from my dad. In fact, when Luca shook Lennie’s hand and immediately praised Charlene, all concerns for his life dissipated.
Even Breckon made an appearance, dragging himself from his room to sit and meet with Luca. He spoke in clear sentences and not his usual, hey or yo, one syllable words. All in all, the evening was going well, thank God!
“I do Lennie, as well as build. Our engineering side of the business is growing every day. New clients are coming on board from overseas; in fact, we are in the process of engineering a cantilever bridge for a mining company. They have a man-made dam they use for the mining process and want a quicker way for their plant equipment to get from one side of the site to the other.”
“Interesting. Do you do smaller projects or just the complicated engineering?”
“Nope, we never turn down a job. The bridge design is our speciality, but we have a diverse portfolio,” Luca explained, giving my dad his complete attention.
“Good to know. I have a buddy who wants to build a jetty with
