Page 41 of Rule 3: Never Fake Marry the Coach's Son
“Oh God.” Coach buries his face in his hands. “This is a terrible idea.”
“It’s my choice, Pappa,” Oskar says.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“You better take care of him,” Coach says. “Don’t hurt him. In any way.”
I blink. “I would never hurt Oskar.”
Coach just shakes his head, then leans toward Daniela. “He’s oblivious.”
She nods, and I frown.
“You’ll need to move in together,” Vince says.
“Oh.”
“This needs to be believable. Can you handle living with Oskar for months? Maybe a year?”
“Of course. I’m at his place all the time anyway.”
“You are?” Coach’s eyes widen.
“What don’t you understand about best friends?”
“Move into Dmitri’s place, Oskar.”
He stiffens. “It’s a studio.”
“But that shouldn’t matter since you’re so in love.” Vince’s lips swerve into a smirk.
He’s expecting me to say no way to this. I know he is. He’s expecting me to get angry, to leave, and then the Blizzards won’t have to worry about this immigration mess.
Well, I’m not having it. I’m not going down without a fight. I clasp hold of Oskar’s hand. “He’s moving in tonight. We’re very excited. Right, babe?”
“Yeah.” Oskar’s voice is thin and strained. “Super excited.”
Around us, everyone groans.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Oskar
The conference meeting ends.
“I, um, guess I’ll go,” Dmitri says.
“Extra sets for you,” Pappa says.
Dmitri glances at me uncertainly, his manner more embarrassed than normal. His demeanor is vulnerable, and I hate it. I hate that this process has taken away his confidenceI refuse to let more of it be taken away.
“I’ll see you after work.” I bite my lip.
I’ve never been in a relationship.
Not once.
I’ve never taken a guy home to my parents and said, this person is special.
