The scariest guy on the team, the one who looks like he’s constantly contemplating murder, just asked me to pretend to date him. And I said yes.
My phone buzzes with a text from Tori. Probably checking in after our wine night brainstorm.
Tori:How was today? Any better?
I stare at the screen for a moment, then start typing.
Me:So. Funny story.
Tori:Why do I feel like this isn’t going to be funny?
Me:Remember your crazy idea about the fake boyfriend?
Tori:…yes?
Me:Banks just asked me. Just now. In the yoga studio.
Tori:WHAT
Tori:SHUT UP
Tori:ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?
Me:Dead serious. He went to Dana and everything. Said the team needs to focus and this would fix the problem.
Tori:OH MY GOD
Tori:What did you say???
Me:I said yes.
Tori:OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
Tori:This is the best thing that’s ever happened.
Me:It’s FAKE, Tori.
Tori:I KNOW BUT STILL
Tori:This is going to be so good.
Me:It’s going to be a disaster.
Tori: Same thing *devil horn emoji*
I pocket my phone, shaking my head.
This is insane. But as I finish sanitizing the mats, I realize I’m smiling.
Banks Callahan. My fake boyfriend.
This is going to be interesting.
Chapter Eight
Claimed
Banks
