All Over You (Unforgettable You, Book 1.5) by Beverley Kendall

Why is he looking all pissed off, like it’s not even a possibility? “I just don’t want to get her hopes up, that’s all.”
    His gaze narrows, then he draws an audible breath before expelling it slowly. “Right, I get it,” he finally says, but by the look on his face, I’m not sure he does.
    “ How are things going with your folks and your brothers and sister?” My question isn’t me reciprocating just because he asked about mine and I’m not just being polite. In the year we went out I never met his family. Never even talked to any of them on the phone. I only had Scott’s cell number and that’s how I always got in touch with him. It hadn’t bothered me until I couldn’t get in touch with him during the whole pregnancy scare. That’s when I’d realized I really knew shit about Scott’s personal life. Simple things like his address and home phone number. I knew where he went to school but there’s no way I would have ever called him there. I didn’t know the name of the business his family owned and he’s the only person my age I knew who didn’t have a Facebook page.
    “ They’re doing good. Great actually.”
    That’s his standard answer. I usually don’t get more than that. Oh once, he did tell me about his older brother graduating from college with a chemical engineering degree, his sister getting into some ballet school or program and his younger brother making the varsity football team. Never anything about his parents, at least nothing specific.
    “ You think now that we’re going out again, I’ll finally get to meet them?”
    We’re interrupted by the waitress bringing our drinks and she eyes Scott the entire time she’s performing her waitress duties. He is polite but his expression makes it clear he’s only interested in one girl in the restaurant and she isn’t the blonde wearing tight black pants and a white shirt with a small notepad and pencil clipped to her waist.
    If one went by smiles, I’m being perfectly polite too but my smile probably conveys  “ He’s not interested in you so keep walking ”, and not,  “ You’re so sweet and doing such a great job ”.
    Not sure if it’s me or Scott but Miss I Have No Boundaries takes the hint and, like that, she’s all business. The girl is smart. Why jeopardize a good tip for a guy you’re not going to get? Wise decision. Scott is hot so I won’t be too hard on her for trying.
    Bitch.
    When she walks away, there’s a lot less swing in her saunter.
    Scott takes a drink of his Coke while I’m content to stir mine with my straw. “Well, you think I will?”
    My question draws his gaze back to me. “Will what?”
    Evasion. Not the first time he’s tried to stonewall me on this.
    “ Meet your parents,” I prompt, mildly irritated. I’m one hundred percent sure he hasn’t forgotten the question.
    “ Sure, whenever they come up.”
    “ You said they’d probably never come up to visit you. Has that changed?”
    Averting his gaze, Scott takes another draw from his straw. Thirsty is he? He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know, they might. My brother said something about them bringing him out to see me.”
    Yeah right. Not that his brother hasn’t been bugging the crap out of his parents to take him to see his older brother. That I believe because from what Scott told me about his younger siblings and older brother, they’re all pretty close. But I highly doubt his parents will make the trip and I think Scott knows that. From what I gathered by things Scott used to tell me, his parents live to work. As in never at home, their live-in housekeeper doing double duty taking his brother and sister to all their after-school activities as well as running the household.
    Unlike my family, Scott’s family has money. Apparently lots of it if they can afford a live-in housekeeper and a maid.
    “ So I take it that’s a no.”
    “ C’mon, Bec, don’t be like that.”
    Some things never change. “Like what?” I ask with