“Fisher, this is Tiffany. Tiff, this is Fisher.” Rose made the introduction, and I stepped aside so I wasn’t blocking them from their big introduction.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Fisher nodded and smiled. “I didn’t expect everyone to be here so early. I need to grab a quick shower.”

“Take your time,” Rory said. “We have more wine.” She laughed and so did Rose and Tiffany.

Me? Not so much.

As soon as Fisher disappeared into the house, Tiffany’s jaw hit the ground. “Oh. My. God …” She fanned herself. “You weren’t kidding. He’s just … smokin’. I should have waxed everything, not just my legs.”

The ladies giggled.

Again, I didn’t share in their amusement. I definitely wasn’t going to laugh about Tiffany’s bold assumption that Fisher would see some unshaved part of her body.

Gah … I hope he doesn’t.

Feeling sufficiently nauseous, I excused myself. “I’m going to head downstairs and grab a shower too. Have a fun time.”

“I hope you have plans, sweetie. I feel bad leaving you if you don’t, but you’re just not old enough to get into the club.”

Rose and Tiffany gave me sad expressions.

My fake smile jumped to the rescue. “Yeah, I might meet up with some friends from church.”

“Okay. Be safe. I’ll see you tomorrow. If we’re going to be too late, I might just crash at Rose’s house. So I don’t want you to worry if you don’t see me until morning.”

Rory crashing with Rose.

Tiffany offering her unshaved parts to Fisher.

Just wonderful. I could not have been more excited for the real adults.

“Sounds good. Goodnight.”

I lugged my bag around the house to the basement. As soon as I removed my boots, I ran up the stairs and pressed my ear to the door. When I didn’t hear anything, I opened it slowly and peeked into the kitchen. When I didn’t see anyone, I slid around the corner and padded down the hallway to the closed master bedroom door. Pressing my ear to it, I listened for Fisher, but I heard nothing. Again, I slowly opened the door. The lights were on in his bathroom, so I stepped inside his bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me.

My bare feet made a silent trek to his bathroom, where I peeked around a third door.

“You don’t know how to knock, do you?” Fisher looked at me in his mirror as he stood in front of his sink, ruffling his wet hair, wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist.

“They’re drunk. I hope you’re driving.” I peeled my gaze away from his reflection and moseyed into his walk-in closet.