A smile came to my lips at the sight of Skylar’s uncle. “Uncle Logan,” I replied.
“Can an old man give you a congratulatory hug?”
“Oh, you’re not old.” I pushed the chair back and stood. “You don’t hate me like the rest of your family?”
“You know Uncle Logan. I’m the easygoing one.” He spread his arms as I leaned forward.
It’s difficult to describe the uncomfortable sensation I experienced, similar to needles prickling my skin, as we embraced. I quickly pulled myself away and feigned a grin. “It’s nice to see you.”
“Be sure to tell that lucky fiancé of yours that Uncle Logan said hello.”
Um, okay. “I will.”
He nodded as I sat. Gallantly pushing my chair for me, Uncle Logan wished Vicki and I well and disappeared into the crowd.
“Did you think that was weird?” I asked.
“Yes. Uncle?”
“Skylar’s uncle.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Were you that close to Skylar’s uncle?”
I shrugged. “I mean he was always around at family things. I never gave him much thought. His hug felt…” A shiver ran through me. “I’m overthinking. It’s probably my nerves. I wasn’t thrilled about being here.”
“You’ve got this thing, Jules. You look…” Her voice lowered. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you look stunningly satiated.”
Freshly fucked.
“Hmm.” I looked beside her, seeing an empty chair. “Steven?”
She shook her head. “Ancient history. Maybe I can find a sexy older guy, one who doesn’t play video games twenty-four seven.” She frowned. “No satiation for me that doesn’t come from my vibrator.”
Holy shit. The vibrator.
Even the thought of it being in Van’s control made my nipples hard.
Vicki was still talking. “…I could have asked Lucas, but when I learned you’d be here, I didn’t want to have to entertain someone. I wanted to see my friend while I could.”
“I think Van’s doing the same thing, letting us catch up.”
“Oh,” she said, her attention going across the tent toward the house. “He’s talking to Mr. Butler, Skylar’s dad.”
My stomach twisted as I turned. Van was holding two glasses of champagne in one hand and a tumbler in the other. Though they appeared cordial, I had my doubts.
“Do they know each other?” Vicki asked.
I nodded. “From a long time ago. I don’t know any of the details.”
Her volume lowered. “What’s it like with an older guy?”
I usually loved Vicki’s directness. Giving her a shy grin, I replied, “I don’t have anything to compare it to. On a scale from one to ten…” I brought the rim of the glass to my lips. “A million.”