Page 39 of Let It Be Me
Jax: Maybe she’s still sleeping?
Kamryn: She’s a machine. She never sleeps.
Kamryn: If you don’t respond in the next ten minutes I’m driving over to your house.
I look at when she sent the message and realize it’s been ten minutes. I scramble to reply.
Me: I’m not home.
Emmy-Lou: This is why we should share our locations.
Kamryn: Where are you?
Me: Columbus. Riley has his first preseason game.
Jax: And where exactly are you staying?
Me: In Columbus.
Emmy-Lou: Don’t make us repeat Jax’s question.
Me: At his condo. Bye!
I turn my phone on silent, kiss Sasha on the head, and head into his spa-like bathroom. I’m not sure why I’m antsy for this day. It’s not like I haven’t been to the games of my clients.Yeah, but you’ve never fake dated any of them.Conscience is a bitch. I hop in the shower. Taking care to make sure my hair doesn’t get wet. But what surprises me is seeing some of the products I use at home lining a shelf. Riley was in my shower for barely five minutes. No way hecataloged everything that quickly.Don’t read into it.I go about washing my face and body, then plucking a towel off the rack and wrapping it around my body.
My toiletries are on a corner of the bathroom vanity so I go about getting somewhat ready: brushing my teeth, doing my skincare, brushing out my hair, and rubbing lotion all over my body. I come out of the bathroom to a Columbus Blue Jays tunic type of jersey shirt/dress laying on the bed. Looking towards the door, I expect Riley to be leaning against it, but I still hear him puttering around in the kitchen. Since the game isn’t for another few hours I throw on another lounge set I have in my bag and head out into the kitchen.
Riley is at the stove manning breakfast with Pixie watching him from the kitchen island. My steps are quiet, but that could be because he has the TV on. So when I slide up behind him he jolts a little before relaxing and I’ll blame it on my hands being cold despite roasting my body in the shower.
“Thank you.” I tell him before placing a kiss on his back and walking over to sit on a barstool.
I watch his back flex as he plates the food and slides one in front of me. I quirk an eyebrow at him as this is the opposite of what I’d eat on the weekends.
“Humor me. Because coffee is not a meal and it’s going to be a long day.”
I take the offered fork and we eat in comfortable silence. When all of our food is gone, I lean back on the chair and have a stare-off with Pixie. “I don’t think she likes me very much.”
Riley snorts into his water glass. “She’s just protective and wary of other people.”
“Not like Sasha,” I point out.
“I call her my Little Walmart Greeter. She knows no fear.”
“So I guess we should talk about the game?”
“Yeah. I put your name down under me. So you’ll be escorted to the friends & family box after you head to will-call.”
“What? Riley you don’t need to do that,” I protest. I assumed I’d be sitting on the floor. But that’s what happens when we make assumptions.
“My Momma and Pops would whoop me if I didn’t have you sit with them.”
“Excuse me?”
His wide ocean blue eyes meet mine before instantly shooting up to the ceiling. “Huh…did I not mention my parents coming to the game?”
“No. That was conveniently left out.”
It’s not that I’m against meeting a boyfriend’s parents. But, again, to not only remind myself, we’re not dating. And me meeting his parents is serious business.
