“I told him we were together.” She balked. “You—what? We as in you and me?” “I’m sorry.” Gabe buried his face in his hands. “He was asking me all these questions, and I was still holding the condoms, and I didn’t want to tell him about the gym—you were honestly the first reason I could think of for why I’m here.” It shouldn’t make her happy but . . . damn it, it did. “You told him we’re together in what sense?” He raised his head and his expression was bleak. “We have to go over there for dinner tonight and pretend we’ve been secretly dating.”
