“Mother. Let’s not discuss this right now.”

My phone started ringing, and I absently answered it, not bothering to check the caller ID. I was just thankful for the interruption. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Oakley rasped. His voice was heavy and sleepy, like a low purr.

“I’m busy, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” he snapped. “What’s up is I woke up and you were gone.” Wasn’t he used to that? I eyed my mother and excused myself into the hallway. I knew she’d probably press her ear to the door, but I didn’t want to make eavesdropping easy on her.

“I had plans,” I said in a low voice. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Plans? Plans with who?” he growled. Was that possessiveness in his tone?

I scoffed. “None of your business. I didn’t think you’d care.” Wasn’t this what one-night stands were supposed to be? You fuck, then sneak out the next morning. Usually I was hella hungover when it happened.

“Of course I care. I was going to fuck you in the shower,” he replied. I imagined him pouting on the other end of the line.

“Shower sex never works. The space is small, and it just turns into a game of human Jenga with us flailing around.”

“I’m a pro at shower sex. You just need someone strong enough to pick you up and hold you against the wall, Solver.” I swallowed. My mouth suddenly felt very dry. All the moisture had gone to my lady flower. “Where are you? I wanted to have breakfast.”

“I told you. I have plans, Oakley. I’m too busy. And what happened last night can’t happen again.”

He chuckled. “Oh, it’s happening again, babe. And again...and again...multiple orgasms is my forte.”

“Oakley Davis, you are incorrigible. Look, I got to go…”

The door behind me opened up, and I nearly fell when the support holding me up had vanished. My mother, in all her glory, appeared with a grin on her face. “Oh honey!” she said loudly. “I’m so excited we’re having breakfast at the HILTON HOTEL IN DOWNTOWN AUSTIN OFF THE CORNER OF MAIN AND FIFTH STREET IN TWENTY MINUTES.”

I couldn’t hang up in time. Yep, that bitch was definitely listening in and was loudly letting Oakley know where we were. “I’ll be there in fifteen,” he chuckled before hanging up.

* * *

Twenty-five minutes later, we were sitting in the Hilton’s dining room, surrounded by my parents’ luggage. The tables were all covered in white linens with sunshine yellow daffodils in the center. I was beginning to think that maybe Oakley wasn’t going to come after all, and I relaxed a little bit, but then my mother started waving frantically, and all hopes of keeping her from meeting Oakley Davis vanished.