Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
It promptly sagged on its hinges, thudding loudly on the floor. Damn.
She smiled brightly. “Good morning!”
“Josephine!” her mother sputtered. “What happened to the door?”
“Well.” Think. Think! “Yesterday, while I was out. At the store buying goods.” Goods? Have you been transported back to colonial times? “Someone in the building called in the smell of gas. So the fire department showed up and since I wasn’t home, they had to barge in. It was a whole thing.”
“The landlord doesn’t have your key?” asked Jim.
“He was also at the store. Yup. I saw him there. Buying . . . goods.”
This was why Josephine never lied. She was as translucent as a window. Both of her parents were staring at her as if homemade pasta noodles were oozing from her ears.
“Anyway, come in, come in.” She ushered them through the doorway, corralling them in the direction of the small living room, snatching up the remote, and turning the volume on the television way up to drown out the snoring. “I’m sorry. I slept late, but I’ll just throw on some clothes and we’ll go. Give me five minutes.”
Her father looked at his watch while reluctantly parking himself on the couch, along with his wife. “But the reservation is for ten o’clock.”
Josephine groaned inwardly. Who had brunch at ten a.m.? “They’ll give us a grace period. Also, no one is going to be there this early.”
Jim did a double take. “Early? I’ve been up since five!”
“I’m going to get dressed. I’ll get ready as fast as I can.”
Josephine spun out of the living area, intending to wake up Wells and quickly explain the awkward situation while putting on some clothes—
Wells walked out of the hallway in a pair of white boxer briefs.
Never mind the incredible things they did for his godlike thighs—and almost definitely, his rear, though she didn’t have the right angle, sadly—he was out in the open now. In full view of the living room. But at a glance, Josephine could see that Wells was still half asleep, a big dopey-smiled lion on the prowl . . . and quite unaware that her parents were sitting on her couch in the living room.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have scooped her up by the butt and planted a kiss on her mouth that was intimate and full of sensual promise. And tongue. Also known as the kind of kiss a girl never, ever wanted her parents to witness.
“Wells—” she gasped, pulling away. Attempting to set her feet back on the ground.
“The robe has got to go.” He nipped at her neck. “I’m taking you back to bed, belle.”
She grabbed the sides of his face and turned his head toward the living room.
“Oh.” He put Josephine down but kept her close. As in, plastered up against his front. For obvious reasons, namely his erection—rather than saluting the whole room with it. “Fuck.”
“Yup.”
Her parents gaped at them to the soundtrack of the Today show.
“Jim and Evelyn. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” Wells sounded surprisingly calm for someone trying to hide morning wood. “I’ll just . . .”
“We’ll just . . .”
Josephine and Wells started an awkward backward shuffle toward her bedroom. Why Josephine felt it necessary to throw in a polite wave, she’d never know. “This is sort of like . . . a team-building exercise,” she called over her shoulder. “Like a trust fall, but we’re moving as one entity. In the interest of golfer-caddie bonding—”
“You’re fooling no one,” Wells interrupted.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered furiously. “And seriously? It hasn’t softened at all yet?”
He winked at her. “That’s right, baby.”
Josephine gave him a disappointed look. Or she tried to, anyway. A smile threatened to ruin the reproof. They were in the hallway now—and out of sight—so they ceased their shuffling and entered the half-dark bedroom together with twin lunges, closing the door.
“Which part can’t you believe is happening?” Wells wanted to know. “Just out of curiosity.”
“My parents aren’t supposed to be aware I have sex!”
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s . . . fucking ridiculous, Josephine.”
She waved her hands. “I mean, they probably know on some level, but I’m not supposed to just . . . rip off their blinders like that.”
Wells framed her jaw in his hand, tilting her face up. “Just to be clear, you’re upset that they caught you with a male houseguest. Period. Not that it’s . . . me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean . . .” He exhaled sharply. “We didn’t really have a chance to talk about this last night, since we were otherwise occupied. But my assumption is that you want to keep our relationship quiet.” Was it her imagination or did he look slightly worried. Exposed. “Does that mean from your parents, too?”
She was still stuck on the word he’d used previously. “Relationship?”
It took a full two seconds for his right eyebrow to reach its highest peak. “Was it not clear that we’re in a relationship?”