Page 57 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

Two bags on the couch.

Laptop on the table.

My condo door opened a second later.

“Honey, I’m home!” Fiona yelled.

I smiled and turned. “You’re still here? Thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Oh, am I in the way?”

“Big time,” I said. “I’m trying to plan an orgy.”

“Don’t let me be in the way,” Fiona said. “I can put in earbuds.”

“That’s good to know,” I said. “So you can just move in here then? Stay as long as you want?”

Fiona grinned.

Then she bit her bottom lip.

“What?” I asked.

She sighed.“I actually have an idea I want to talk to you about…”

Chapter Ten

FIONA

It all made sense to me.

Sitting alone with a massive cheeseburger in front of me. The ocean to my left. Some guy playing a guitar on my right.

The sun tickling the back of my neck.

My glass of water sweating.

It all made sense to me…

I felt like ordering a shot of tequila but I couldn’t.

I had to drive back to the condo and collect my thoughts.

Of course, as soon as I opened the door, I knew Riff was home.

I stupidly called out the clichéHoney, I’m homething.

That was cringeworthy for sure.

Riff looked at me and I saw his eyes.

Just a tiny bit glossy.

You’ve been drinking a little, Griffin.

That’s good.

I’m going to need you to listen to me carefully now…

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