Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Yeah.” He closes out an app on his phone and looks over at me, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced now. “I swear I’m more tired after that hour of sleep on the plane.”
“Did you remember my cinnamon roll?”
The app he had open was a food delivery one. We decided on the flight home to order a massive amount of food for breakfast and then sleep once we got home. There are lots of errands I need to run since we’ve been on the road for so long, but they can wait until this afternoon.
“I got you two. Plus extra bacon since you always steal mine.”
I scoff. “I had one piece one time.”
“Sure you did.”
“Did you remember to tell them to put your gravy on the side?”
“Yep. I’m so fucking hungry I think I’ll just drink the gravy.”
I turn into his long driveway, furrowing my brow when I see an unfamiliar car parked by the house.
“That’s not the housekeeper’s car, is it?”
He follows my gaze and groans. “Oh, fuck my life. It’s my parents.”
I turn to him, my eyes wide. “What? I assumed you hatched from an egg or something. You hardly ever mention your parents.”
He sighs heavily, his head falling back against the passenger seat. “Guess you’re about to meet Stan and Savannah.”
“Are they just dropping by? Did they text?”
He glares at me. “Trust me, Nosy, if I’d known they were here, we would have gone to a hotel. My parents have the incredibly annoying habit of just flying in from Florida, unannounced, whenever they feel like it.”
I fake cry as I park the car out front instead of pulling into the garage. “So much for our plan.”
“We’re sticking with the plan. They can entertain themselves for a while.”
He gets out of the car and walks around to the back to retrieve our bags. I run a hand over my hair, wishing I didn’t look like a college student who gives no fucks. I travel casual. My sweats, T-shirt, slides and messy bun scream I woke up just in time to make it to class.
I take the hair tie out and brush my hands through my hair, then check my teeth in my phone camera.
“You look fine. Let’s go.”
Dane’s parents either have a key or the code, because they’re already in the house, the smell of brewing coffee greeting us when we walk inside.
Dane sets our bags on the couch and we walk toward the kitchen. A beautiful woman with long dark hair walks out to greet us before we get there.
“Hello, sweetheart.” She looks at me, her eyes bright. “And who is this?”
“This is my girlfriend, Josie.”
His what? We turn to face each other, him giving me a look of love and me giving him a look of, What the hell?
Savannah sighs happily, her heels clicking on the floor as she rushes over to embrace me. “Josie, he’s been keeping you a secret from us! Oh Dane, she’s lovely.”
I try to smile, but I can’t make my face look anything but panicked. “I’m a mess. We just got off a long flight.”
And he just called me his girlfriend.
“You always look great, babe.” Dane winks at me.
“There he is.”
A tall, broad-shouldered man with salt-and-pepper hair walks into the room. I should have known that freakishly attractive Dane has freakishly attractive parents.
“He has a girlfriend, Stan.” Savannah is glowing with the news.
Fake news, but still.
“Hi, I’m Josie.”
Stan walks over to shake my hand, giving Dane a look of approval.
“Good for you, son.”
Dane’s parents both hug him and he asks, “So, what brings you guys to town?”
Stan answers. “I needed to meet a new client and we decided to come see a game and stay a couple of nights.”
“You couldn’t send a heads-up text or anything?”
Savannah waves a hand. “Oh, we won’t be in the way. Just do whatever else you planned to do.”
“Well, we ordered breakfast delivery and then we’re planning to get some sleep. I’ve only slept an hour since Monday night.”
Stan furrows his brow. “Why?”
Dane gestures at me. “Ask my insatiable girlfriend.”
“Oh my god.” I glare at him, my cheeks flaming.
Savannah laughs. “Oh, honey, we were young once, too. Actually, we were in Ibiza recently and Stan...” She grins, looking sheepish. “Well, let’s just say he made me feel young again.”
She meets her husband’s gaze in a look of love and Dane groans.
“Just don’t break my guest room bed again, okay?”
“That bed frame was already weak,” Stan argues. “It should have easily withstood a couple of fiftysomethings having intercourse.”
I force myself not to laugh because he’s being serious. Dane just shakes his head.
Savannah puts her arm through mine, leading me into the kitchen. “Do you drink coffee, Josie?”
“Sometimes. I like tea better.”
“I like tea, too! So tell me, how did you two meet?”
I glance back at Dane, deciding to stick with the truth. When I tell her the story about being hired to watch over him, she smiles and nods. She knows her way around Dane’s kitchen, and she brews a pot of tea as we talk.