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“Okay, so you have a boat,” Elsa says, still writing. “What kind of boat?”
I sigh, growing bored of this charade already.
“It’s a sailboat,” I say, feeling more and more defeated in this little game, but I just need to suck it up because I have to make this work.
“It’s named Queen of the Marina.”
“Huh, original,” she scoffs with sarcasm. “It’s only marginally better than what my father named his.”
With a fist supporting the weight of my head, I smile and say, “Okay, I’ll bite. What did he name his?”
“Roadrunner.”
We both laugh in unison, recognizing a true genius when we see one.
“Your father seems like a cool guy,” I say, slamming my fist against the table. “Wish I’d met him the other day.”
But she doesn’t seem very interested in introducing me to her father. Instead, she just shakes her head and I hear her mutter, “That would be a complete disaster…”
I sigh, heavily and audibly, ready to put the final nail in this coffin.
“Anything else you wanna go over before our nextdate?” I say, splaying a hand towards her.
“Nothing I can think of now,” Elsa says, shrugging.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at your house next Monday at 7 pm. Wanna grab dinner and go over more details?”
“Fine,” she says with a small smile and nod. “It’s a date.”
“Where do I find you if I have any questions or need to talk to you?” she asks, standing up and stretching.
“Preferably you don’t call me,” I snicker. “But here’s my cell.”
I give her my number, and she calls it, so I have hers too. I tell her I’m picking up the bill and she doesn’t complain.
If one thing is certain, she made me realize I’ve made myself into a clown with this whole situation, and it’s going to take an even bigger lie to get out of it.
Chapter Three
ELSA
Ididn’tcallHarveyas he requested, but ever since I agreed to be his fake fiancé, I’ve bitten down on my fingernails hard enough to need acrylics to cover them.
I’ve spent the better part of the week leading up to ourdatetrying to educate myself on ice hockey. If I’m supposed to be his biggest fan, I figured I should know a thing or two.
The best thing that came out of that bit of research was catching up on sleep.
A few days ago, mom came in and found me asleep and saw my ice hockey research on my laptop. When she asked me about it, I fessed up and told her I agreed to play Harvey’s fake fiancé and spun it as a way for me to help Parker’s best friend and practice acting while I was here.
She had skipped right over the wordfakeand has been acting as if I am really engaged to the guy ever since.
This past week has taken forever to go by, but now that all I have left is a few minutes before he arrives, they go by like seconds.
“Oh, I’m so happy for you, Elsa!” Mom says hugging me. “So happy you found a nice man!”
“He’snotmy man, mom!” I complain in protest. “I told you. He is just Parker’s friend who needs a favor!”
I didn’t tell her about the money.
