tonight. You can be nice to me in front of everyone. I don’t want them to know that we’re just having sex, even if that’s what we’re doing.”
“Why not?”
“Because…”
“Because you don’t want them to think less of you. I get it, Katie. Jesus, you drive a hard bargain. What if I wasn’t so compliant to your wishes? I mean, you say, ‘Jump,’ and I ask how high, and then you say, ‘Stand still,’ and I stand still. Not that I don’t get anything out of it, but damn.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“I’m still figuring that out. Can’t the sex be enough of a reason right now?”
“Sure. Fine. Just don’t think this is an invitation to change our current arrangement. I’m fine with it.”
He paused for a long time before he said, “Me too.”
The door to the bathroom opened and I stopped talking.
“Katie?” Lottie’s voice echoed off the tile floor.
“Yeah?” I said, hoping Stryker would get the hint. I could hear him listening intently.
“You okay? Are you talking to someone?”
“My mom just called. I was just filling her in. She’s freaking out.”
He laughed a little and I had to fight the urge to shush him. “Oh, so I’m your mother now, am I? I can handle being a douche, but that’s a stretch, even for me.”
“Shut up,” I hissed at him and he laughed again.
“What?” Lottie said.
“Nothing. Bye, Mom. I’ll call you later.”
“Bye, sweetheart. Make sure to do your homework and eat all your vegetables,” Stryker said in a falsetto that sounded scarily like my mother. I rolled my eyes and hung up on him.
***
Lottie let me do her up for our little evening out, which gave me a distraction from thinking about everything I didn’t want to think about. That didn’t mean that I could completely stop, because everyone else was talking about it.
“I hope they put him in jail for the rest of his life. That’s where he belongs,” Trish said as I braided Lottie’s hair back from her face.
“Trish, maybe we shouldn’t be talking about this,” Audrey said, glancing at me. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” I said with a smile. The guys were all down in Will’s room playing Minecraft and the girls were in ours “getting pretty” as Simon said. He was practically gleeful about inviting his new boyfriend on our ‘group hang’ as he called it. I just hoped Stryker would play his part. I was just pinning one of the braids to Lottie’s head when my phone buzzed with a picture message from Stryker. I hesitated a second before I clicked on it.
He was standing in his kitchen, wearing a frilly apron and holding a spatula, one arm extended out so he could take the picture.
A mother’s work is never done.
I snorted with suppressed laughter. I messaged him back asking where he’d gotten the apron and set my phone back on Lottie’s desk.
“What’s that?” Lottie said as I resumed doing her hair. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” I said in what I hoped was a convincing voice.
“I’ll guess it begins with a Stryk and ends with an er,” Trish said, doing the patented Grant eyebrow raise.
“It’s nothing. Just let it go.” All the ladies in the room shared a collective look at my expense.
“Whatever. Just whatever.” I finished another braid and pulled the rest of Lottie’s hair into a low, loose bun and secured it with an elastic band and some pins.
“There. You’re perfect,” I said, tapping Lottie on the shoulder to tell her she could get up. She did and stood right in front of me.
“He’s a good guy. You deserve a good guy who makes you laugh.” She grinned and went to admire her hair in the mirror with Trish and Audrey.
I just nodded. He was a good guy, but I didn’t deserve him at all.
***
“Okay, you two need to stop taking up all the cute. Leave some for the rest of us,” Trish said as Brady and Simon argued about what kind of pasta they were going to share at the restaurant. Brady was shorter than Simon, but just as adorable with blond-tipped hair and a preppy fashion sense. They held hands, swinging them as they walked, and I couldn’t help but smile. I was still laughing to myself about Stryker’s little picture message. Already this ‘group hang’ was turning out much different than I expected.
When Will had suggested the place I hadn’t objected, but being in the same restaurant I’d once been to on a date with Zack turned out to