Page 29 of Twins For My Pucking Fake Fiancé

We settle in and enjoy the night. Just like I told Harvey, what they really want is to have me interested in them, so I ask a lot of questions and give out three dozen compliments to everyone and anyone who wants to hear them.

The only thing out of the well-behaved ordinary is how much Harvey’s sister drinks. Very quickly, she is miserably drunk, so Lorna and Donna decide to take her home at around midnight.

I tag along since they were my ride here. Grandma Rose is also spent, so I keep her company in the car again.

On the way back to their house, Kiera sobs like a child, face buried within her hands and a voice so hapless it is as if she just lost a loved one.

“I waited for so long to get married. Am I doing the right thing, mom?” She turns to Lorna, who’s behind the wheel.

“Of course, you are, darling! Michael is a great boy!” Lorna reassures her.

“Eh, grab a man while you can, hun. You’re almost too old to have kids and the clock is ticking!” Grandma Rose adds, but it only increases Kiera’s tears.

When we get to the Baker’s house, Donna takes Rose upstairs while Lorna takes Kiera to the kitchen for a glass of water and some tea.

I follow her there, and ask politely, “Do you need any help with anything Lorna?”

“No, Elsa, thank you!” Lorna says, looking grateful, which warms my heart. “She’s just having cold feet, but that runs in the family…”

“Oh, okay!” I smile. “I’ll be going up to our bedroom, third door to the left, right?”

“You got it!” Lorna says, and I leave her be for now.

Getting upstairs, I find the room quite easily, confirming it the right room when I see my suitcase in the corner. I close the door behind me and reach for my bag, setting aside my pajamas, and looking into the ensuite bathroom to see if there are towels.

I take one of the best showers of my life, as the water pressure is strong, and the temperature is warm and nice. I get out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy green towel and grab the body oil from my case to get ready for the night.

I’m naked and with my back turned to the door when it’s cracked wide open and the shadow of Harvey projects over me.

Harvey gasps, started. “Sorry!” he says and closes the door right after.

My cheeks red, I quickly put on my set of matching jammies and go alert him at the door, “You can come in now,” I say.

He’s there, waiting patiently for me, and talking to one of his numerous relatives about how much fun they had at the club. When I call, he excuses himself and walks in smelling like cheap perfume.

“You smell nice.” He stops briefly to sniff me.

“And you smell like a strip club. There’s even glitter on you!” I say, batting some of the shiny powder off his shirt with my hand.

“Would you be jealous if you were really my fiancé?” he asks, smiling, sly as a fox.

I cross my arms and smirk sideways, “Go take a shower, Harvey.”

He’s tired. His eyes are half-closed, and his breathing is heavy, so I can imagine he needs a good night’s sleep to be ready to be in church tomorrow on time.

“Good idea!” He raises a finger in the air and goes to reach for his own suitcase.

I’m blow-drying my hair when he walks out, wearing a battered t-shirt and shorts. He abandons his towel at the foot of the bed, which reminds me this is just a twin mattress his family expects us to share.

“So, what are we going to do about the bed?” I ask, unsure I want to hear his answer.

“I have an idea, but you might not like it,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed, but not lying down just yet.

“Yeah, don’t tell me, then…” I stand up to store my blow dryer back into my suitcase. “God, I need to iron my dress!”

I take my dress out; it’s all pink silk, with exposed shoulders and a flared base. It’s under the plastic cover still, as it’s been since after my graduation party, which is the last time I wore it two years ago.

“Oh, it’s fine!” he says, gathering a pillow and a comforter. “My suit is under a pile of clothing too.”

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