“Good luck,” I say to Dad as I grab Wilder's hand.
Wilder and I race to the top of the stairs, then strategically crouch on the landing, watching through the slats in the railing as the shitshow below begins to unfold.
“What's going on, Isla?” Mom rubs her temples. “Why is Ingrid saying this is Harvey?”
“Because it is Harvey.” Isla dramatically wraps her arms around her elderly lover.
“No.” Mom holds her hands out at her sides. “You said that you met Harvey in class. You made him out to be young, Isla.”
“We did meet in class,” Harvey the Hobbling Senior Citizen finally speaks. “I was her professor.”
“Oh, for the love of God.” Dad slams his fist on the entryway table. “What is wrong with you, Isla?”
“We're in love, Daddy,” she fake cries while holding up her left hand. “Harvey proposed and I said yes.”
“I can't.” Mom begins pacing. “First an affair with her TA, now this?”
“And I'm pregnant.” Isla places her hand on her stomach as Wilder and I both gasp.
Mom starts swaying, and I yell from the top of the stairs, “She's going to faint, Dad! Grab her!”
But Jason Winthrop doesn't catch Jill in time, and all hell breaks loose.
Chapter Two
The Acceptance Letter
Wilder
Ingrid's alarm clock blares, waking me from the first solid night of sleep I've had in a week.
I sleep better when she's next to me.
And Cash isn't obnoxiously snoring on the cot in the corner of my room. That guy seriously needs some nasal strips. I’ve resorted to throwing pillows at him in the middle of the night. Even that doesn’t stop the sound coming from his nose.
“Ugh,” Ingrid groans as she reaches for her phone. “It's too early.”
“You're the one who wanted to work this summer,” I remind her as I pull her back to me and wrap my arms around her. “We could have slept in for three months straight.”
“Loretta begged me,” she explains as she buries her face in my chest. She smells like honey and cinnamon. “I couldn't say no.”
“You could have,” I tease her as her blond hair tickles my chin.
I inhale as her hand slides down my stomach, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers. The second her hand wraps around me, I smile.
“You have a one-track mind,” I rasp.
She gazes at me with her big brown eyes. I almost forget to breathe.
“I can't help it.” Ingrid sinks her teeth into her lower lip and uses her knee to push me flat against the mattress. “I'm obsessed with you.”
I laugh as she pulls her hand out of my boxers and tugs the cotton T-shirt over her head. Instinctively, my hands find her bare breasts.
“No.” She laughs and tugs at my arms. “Help me get your boxers off first.”
I playfully roll my eyes as I lift my ass off the mattress and push the waistband down my hips. Ingrid practically rips the material off my legs and tosses them over her shoulder before she brings her mouth to the tip of my cock.
As the anticipation builds in my groin, I hear a strange sound.
