Kathy....
When it came time for dinner, my nerves had all but dissipated and I felt like I was truly a part of Dylan’s family. It was shocking how good both of us were at pretending to be a couple. Every now and then when we felt his mother was watching us, we would lovingly stare into each other’s eyes and pretend to whisper sweet nothings to each other. Just random words, but she couldn’t have known that.
“Tax season,” he whispered in my ear.
“Mortgages,” I whispered back, giggling like a blushing schoolgirl.
“Balance sheets.”
When his mother wasn’t looking, we would burst out in laughter. I had to admit it, hanging out with him was really shaping up to be more fun than I had expected it to be. The chemistry between us felt natural and flowed easily.
“You must tell me the story of
