I groan when I see the name flashing on my screen.
“Is it the same person who called you last night?”
I shake my head. “It’s my best friend.”
“Why do you look so freaked out?”
Because I’ve been lying to everybody and I’m just waiting for it all to explode in my face.“I’m not freaked out.”
He shoots me a‘Liar, liar pants on fire’stare.
My phone stops ringing.
“Do you want to call her back or have breakfast?—”
My phone rings again.
“I’ll let you talk to your friend, I’ll head downstairs and get breakfast ready.”
I nod. “I’ll come down soon.”
He shakes his head. “Take your time.”
My phone stops ringing.
I’d rather not have to talk to her for that long.It’s safer that way.“Sure.”
He exits his home gym, and I stare after him. I tilt my head to the side to take a good look at his firm ass, defined legs and bulging calf muscles.
Ciara calls back.
I accept the video call.
“Are you dating Chett’s ex-stepdad?” Her light brown eyes are huge.
“Well, happy Sunday to you too, bestie.”
“Cut the bullshit, Harley.”
I sigh. “Yes. It’s new.”
“New? I don’t care if you’re made of money, no man buys Bvlgari for a woman when the relationship is new.”
I tell her about how Kaz and I reconnected at Grazie Mille, him standing up for me, and my relationship status as fake girlfriend to an All-Star former NHL player, while avoiding telling her said fake boyfriend is my roommate. She’d have too many questions about my house. I conclude my story with the crazy events at last night’s gala.
“His ex-wife sounds like a cow,” Ciara says. “That explains why her son is such an asshole.”
I nod.
“I guess she did you a favor when she broke things up between you and her son.”
“I should send her flowers.”
“Dating Kaz is a huge step up from dating Chett,” she says.
“The two men couldn’t be more different.”
She taps her chin. “You say you’re his fake girlfriend, but the way the guy was looking at you in that photo… it wasn’t giving off a smoke and mirrors vibe.”
