“Sweetheart,” he says my name, and I look up. I’m wearing another bedtime outfit. This one is shorts and a loose tank top. “Look at me.”

“What?” I say, trying not to give him anything.

“What’s going on with you?” he asks, and he stands there in his shorts that he always wears low on the hips, and I have the sudden urge to bite him. “You were quiet all night even in the pool.”

“Nothing,” I say, avoiding his eyes and slipping under the covers.

“Are you nervous that my parents are coming?” he asks, and I nod my head.

“Yes,” I lie, hoping to throw him off.

“It’s going to be fine,” he says, coming to me. I also didn’t tell him that I plan on going back to my house tomorrow. “By the way, I need your key.”

“The key?” I ask him, confused.

“To your apartment,” he says, and I look at him, blinking. “I have a crew going in this weekend to patch up all the holes.”

“But,” I start to say, “I was going to stay there.”

“Yeah,” he says, getting into bed. “And why did you think you would stay there?” He turns to me.

“Well, your family is coming, and …” I start to say, and he pulls me to him, and my arms automatically go around him.

“And?” he says, leaning down and kissing my lips.

“And I was giving you some space with your family,” I say.

“Well, it’s a good thing that you won’t be able to get into your place until the following week,” he says with a smirk, and I have to wonder if he knew all along that I would try to make a run for it.

Chapter Thirty-One

Justin

“Let’s go, buddy!” I yell down the hall toward the bedroom. Caroline comes out of the bedroom, and she looks like she’s going to throw up. “You look beautiful.” She is wearing a short-sleeved white dress with gray stripes and a matching belt around her tiny waist in a bow. She is wearing the brown sandals that she has been wearing for the past four days even though she now has twenty pairs of shoes. Because not only did Zara overdo it, but there has also been extra packages coming every single day.

“Yeah.” She puts her hands to her stomach. “I really don’t know what someone wears when they meet the family of the guy she’s …”

“She’s dating,” I finish for her. “You’re my woman.” She glares at me. “Come here.” I pull her to me, and she looks up at me. “Sweetheart.”

“You guys with the kissing,” Dylan says, walking past us. “I’m getting a snack for the car.”

“We leave in two!” I yell to him. “Now, tonight is going to be good.” She doesn’t even smile. “Great, amazing … they are going to love you.”