Molly McAdams - Deceiving Lies

For my amazing in-laws. Your support has meant the world to me, welcoming me to this scary, big, unknown world called Texas and being there for me when my family was so far away meant more than youll ever know. I love you both and know my readers will fall in love with yall as Kashs parents.

Rachel

I NERVOUSLY FLIPPED MY LONG HAIR over my shoulders and smoothed my hands down my shirt a few times as I took deep breaths in and out. My back was to Kashs truck, hiding me from his parents house while I collected myself, but I was starting to consider taking off running. Why the hell did I buy and wear heels today?

Rach? He laughed when he came around the truck and caught sight of me. What are you doing? You look amazing.

I grimaced when I glanced down at my dark, skinny jeans and the electric blue top that Id gone out to buy today, since I hadnt brought any clothes to Florida that Id deemed acceptable to wear when meeting his parents. Its not the clothes.

He grabbed my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking at him, and waited until I stopped fidgeting. Theyre going to love you, he assured me as he brushed his lips across mine. You have nothing to worry about.

How can you say that? I got engaged to their son without ever meeting them, they hardly know I exist, Kash. And I got their son shot . . . I knew it wasnt my fault, my therapy sessions with Dr. Markowitz at the end of last year had helped me realize that. But that didnt mean Kashs and Masons families would feel the same. Honestly, at the time I just thought you werent close with them, it didnt seem weird to me because, well . . . because I didnt have parents for you to meet either. But now

Stop. Youre overthinking this, they know everything that happened now, and you have no idea how excited my mom was when I called her this morning to tell her you were here. Right now, theyre just happy because they know Ive been miserable without you. But, babe, theyre going to love you.

I exhaled roughly and nodded my head. Okay, lets do this.

Thats my girl. He kissed me hard before wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me toward the house. I mean, honestly, how could they not love you and your bitchy personality?

Youre such an asshole, Kash, I hissed at the same second the front door opened and his mom stepped out. Oh good Lord, kill me now. This is where I need to run away.

Mrs. Ryans eyebrows shot up to her hairline, and Kash tried to choke back his laugh but failed miserably. It felt like my stomach was simultaneously on fire and dropping. Not a good feeling, I was going to be sick. I was the freaking Queen of First Impressions with the Ryan family. When Id met Kash at the beginning of last summer, Id been a bitch to the extreme, and our first three run-ins had gone over about as well as a bale of turtles in a sprinting race. Now there I was, cussing in front of his mom in the first seconds of ever seeing her.

I started feeling light-headed as I held my breath, waiting for Mrs. Ryan to tell me I was not good enough for her son, or to reprimand me. Instead she crossed her arms over her chest and leveled a glare at Kash that impressed even me.

What on earth did you say to the poor girl?

He raised his hands in surrender before wrapping his arm around me again. No clue what youre talking about. And why do you automatically think it had to be something I did?

Because I know you, Logan.

Eh . . . so anyway. Mom, this is Rachel. Rachel, this is my mom.

She brushed back a chunk of black hair that had fallen into her eyes and smiled brightly at me. I still felt like I was frozen and didnt know how to breathe properly. Rachel, its so good to meet you, honey!

I almost blurted out But I just called your son an asshole right in front of you! Instead I plastered a smile on my face and tried to relax my body as Kash let go of me and she wrapped me in a hug. Its nice to meet you too. Thank you for having us to dinner.

Of courseand then softer, so only I could hearhe gets the obnoxious, asshole gene from his father. But, unfortunately, its one of the things I love most about my guys. You just get used to it and become a master at slyly flipping them off with a smile.

My eyes widened and I blinked rapidly as we pulled away from each other. Is she being serious?

She smiled at me again and kissed Kash on the cheek before slapping his shoulder. Be nice to her, she just got here! But always remember this, honey, the minute Richard and Logan stop giving you a hard time, is the minute they stop loving you. So, as long as hes pissing you off, you know he loves you. Now come on, your dad just started the grill and Im going to make margaritas for Rachel and me. Oh, do you like margaritas?

I nodded and then had to shake my head to get my mind working properly again. Uh, yeah. Yeah, I do, I love them.

Well then, I think were going to get along just fine. Cmon, now! She turned and walked into the house, and Kash pulled me into his side, his lips going to my ear.

Now was that so bad?

Aside from the fact that the first time your mom saw me, I was cussing . . . I think I just fell in love with her.

He laughed low as he pulled me into the house. Just wait til you meet my dad.

Kash

RACH, DO YOU REALLY NEED THIS MANY SHOES? I watched as she unpacked the third box in our closet just inside the bathroom and wondered how any person could ever have a need for that many pairs of shoes.

Her hand stopped midway to the shelf with another pair, and her bright blue glare turned on me. I took a step back.

Are you actually asking me that right now?

Say no, my dad whispered from behind me. Course he wasnt, Rachel. Hes just mad that he wont have anywhere to put his sparkly hooker heels.

Rachel laughed and went back to putting her dozens of shoes away. No worries about that one, Rich. I put them up already, they even have their own little place away from everything so they dont get ruined.

My mom pushed through Dad and me to get into the closet with an armful of clothes to hang up. Really, Logan. Give the girl a break. I have more shoes than this.

Oh, Marcy! I forgot to tell you

Is this gonna be a long story? Dad drawled, cutting Rachel off.

Actually, it is, she snapped right back with a playful smirk. So get comfy! As soon as she launched into her story about whatever the hell those two always talked excitedly about, my dad turned and gave me a shove into the large bathroom.

Have I taught you nothing when it comes to women? he asked softly.

What? Thats a shit ton of shoes! I hissed and looked back to see her pull more out. I swear to Christ this last box was like Mary Poppinss purse. It was a never-ending pit of shoes.

Okay, were gonna do this quick and easy. One, your woman can never have too many shoes, clothes, purses, or jewelry. Two, it doesnt matter if you know youre rightbecause God knows your mother is wrong about . . . well . . . just about everythingbut it doesnt matter. They are always right. Just say a simple Yes, sweetheart, Im sorry Im a dumbass and youll be fine. Three, them asking if they look okay is a trick question. Because, lets face it, even if we think its the ugliest shirt weve ever seen, its probably in style and we wouldnt know either way. So they always look amazing, remember that word.

I laughed. Rachel could wear a sack and I would think she looked amazing. Or she could wear nothing . . . I preferred her in nothing. I cleared my throat and had to look away from Rachel when I started picturing her naked.