Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

“Just…be careful, all right?” I know what she thinks. It’s written all over her face. She thinks what everyone else always thinks about me. She thinks I’m fucking around. That I’m using Nova to have a good time before I go back to my reality. But it’s not true. I like Nova. If I won the watch bet, I was going to ask for another Katharine Hepburn movie night. Pizza on her lap and my legs on the coffee table. Nova’s making all the calls. She’s setting the boundaries. “It’s not like that,” I say quietly. “Like what?” I adjust one of the apron ruffles so it lays flat against my chest. “There’s nothing going on.” Nothing that will last, anyway. There’s no point getting all twisted up about it when we’ll both be moving on in a couple of weeks. We’ll have our fun, and that’s that. Layla smirks at me. “Oh, Charlie. Sweet, sweet Charlie. I was once as oblivious as you.” She hands me a measuring cup, then a bag of sugar. “Now sift that into there. And find me some blueberries.”