If she asked him, he’d say yes, as a friend... But would a potential girlfriend understand that? That was what had kept her from approaching him last night, she figured she still had some time. Maybe she could find someone else.

Jake could go...

Terrible idea, party of one. Talk about a disaster in the making.

“Why don’t you see if Jake could go with you?” Andrew asked. “He’s single.”

“Seriously?” Sharon gave him a look, a little unnerved that he’d just echoed her thought. “He’d probably spend the entire time agreeing with my parents about all my faults. Even if he did say yes and didn’t just laugh in my face. I don’t just want a body there to divert their attention, I also want some support.”

Plus, there was no faster way to ruin something casual or kill the chemistry than spending an entire weekend together with her family. Although, maybe if she was getting sick of him in a few weeks that would be a good way to end it...

“We’ll find you someone,” Kate said firmly. “I’ll go with you if I need to. You are not going alone.” Although Kate had only met Sharon’s parents once, she had not been left with a good impression of them. Or, that is to say, she’d gotten the exact right impression of who they were, and she had not been impressed.

It was part of why Sharon liked her so much. Still though...

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she muttered. “I’m pretty sure you’re the reason my parents thought I was a lesbian.”

“Well, we do have good chemistry,” Kate said blowing her a kiss. “Now let’s look at some more dresses.”

“No ruffles. And nothing that’s going to make me look like a sausage squeezed into a casing,” Sharon admonished.

Rolling her eyes, Kate flipped open the magazine. “Like I would do that to you.”

3

Downing half a bottle of water in one gulp, Jake wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he looked up at the tiling he’d just finished. The office building he and his crew were remodeling had a penthouse apartment above the office spaces and would be fully outfitted for someone to live there. Honestly, Jake couldn’t imagine.

He’d been pretty miserable at his desk job and the idea of sleeping at the office just made him want to run screaming.

On the other hand, it was a really nice apartment. He’d just finished up tiling the walk-in shower; it was now a soft grey color set in a herringbone pattern with white trim. The shower had jets that would shoot water out of the wall, about which Jake was admittedly curious. He’d never been in any shower like that.

Considering where some of those jets could be directed...