I wished Lara was one of those friends I could lie to. I wish she were one of those friends that couldn’t see past fake facial expressions, hidden m...eanings in words, or subtle shifts in demeanor. ‘So, who’s the dude?’ ‘What dude?’ ‘The dude you met. There has to be one.’ ‘There was no guy.’ ‘You’re lying. Stop lying to me.’ I sighed. ‘I only said there was no guy because I’m not even thinking about Holden anymore.’ ‘Oh, so this guy’s name is Holden? What does Holden look like?’ ‘Green eyes,. It would be really creepy to call him "Daddy" to hisface. I shudder. Really creepy.Mom practically flies back into the room. She's happier. Larry must behappier. Things are better. I hope."Jason," she says and pauses. "Do I call you Jason when you're dressedlike that?" she muses out loud but continues, as usual, without ananswer. "I promised Larry dinner and a movie tonight: his choice and mytreat. So we'll be heading to the steakhouse and then to that movie withthe soldiers," she. Roger of course still believing the video to be up on the wardrobe top. But even he could feel a little tension in the air, but cottage pie called so he ignored it and in silence they ate the first course. She fixed him with a stiff gaze as she dished up the crumble and poured the custard. Then said, “You boy are a lucky lad, today I unearthed one of your grubby little secrets, and I was mad as hell, but your aunt spoke up for you, and I can now see her point.” The lad had no idea what he had. Ian, on the other hand, needed no reassurances; he knew that he was making her feel good, and when he went slowly it was because he wanted to prolong their mutual pleasure. She took in the sight of his well-formed face as he entered her—his lively, confident green eyes, his strong jaw, his lips slightly parted and shiny with her juices—and was suddenly seized by a compulsion to kiss him.She flung her arms around his neck and lifted herself to him, planting a passionate kiss on his lips, tasting.