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“Well, then it looks like we’re going to have to practice. If all goes well, Ron and Caroline Morgan will be inviting us over for family dinners.”
In a state of disbelief, Indy plops back in her stool next to me. “You’re serious about this.”
“Deadly.”
She sits there, pink lips parted, and eyes zoned out. I can practically see the wheels spinning in that head of blonde hair.
“Any chance whatever the hell his name is, is a basketball fan?”
“Alex, and yes. He and his friends are huge basketball fans. He about lost it when he found out I was friends with your sister.”
Typically, I despise the thought of anyone thinking Stevie is an avenue to me. My career has made my sister’s life and friendships exponentially harder until she met blondie sitting next to me who didn’t give two fucks about what my job was. But knowing Indy’s ex is a fan of mine is going to make this fake boyfriend thing all the more enjoyable.
“Wipe that mischievous grin off your face.” She playfully pushes my head away.
“I can’t. This is going to be fun.”
She tries to hide her smile as she rolls her eyes, but I know I’ve got her.
“Indy, please. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch—”
“Ew. Don’t say it like that.”
“Fine. You do me a solid, I’ll do you one. I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.”
“My one and only.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“That’s a maybe.” She pauses, rolling her fingertips along her temple. “I’ll go to this banquet with you as a test run. Then we’ll see about the rest.”
“Deal.”
“But we need some ground rules.”
“Like?”
“Like what we’re going to do once you inevitably fall for me. Do I let you down easy or do I exploit all the newfound emotions you’re going to feel once you realize you’re in love with me?”
A laugh bubbles out from me. “You don’t have to worry about that. The emotional part or the falling-in-love part.”
She sighs dramatically. “That’s what they all say.”
“So it’s settled then. You’re my fake girlfriend.”
“Not so fast. If I’m going to even consider taking you to this wedding, I’m going to need to turn you into one of my book boyfriends first.”
That earns a raised brow.
“Oh, come on. If we’re going to be acting, we may as well go all in. Do you know how to flare your nostrils in anger?”
My breakfast almost comes back up. “What?”
“If you see me across the room, talking to another man, I need you to stare intently then flare your nostrils. Or grind your molars together and tic your jaw.”
“Blue—”
“Do you know how to growl?”
