CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After the dinner party, Chaney stood at her apartment’s door with Drake. She debated inviting him in and kissing him.
To thank him.
He’d offered her a job, pretended to be her date, and saved her from appearing like a total failure.
Quid pro quo. She owed him. Big-time. “Thanks! You went above and beyond at my parents’ house. Talk about being such an awesome ‘boyfriend.’”
“I was happy to do it.” He spoke as if he’d merely held open a door for her, not protected her from a living nightmare.
“I appreciate it. You, I mean. You made tonight so much easier.”
“Easier, perhaps, but even if I hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t have failed.”
“Oh, yes, I would have.” She stared at the welcome mat. “It wouldn’t have been pretty.”
“Well, you looked pretty tonight.”
“Thank you.”
