Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
And it could have. Not sure I would have noticed. Everything faded away. The crowd. The docks. The balloons Arthur had been clutching and his sign both as his strong hands clung to my shoulders as we kissed in earnest. He tasted like he smelled, sweet and minty, and his tongue against mine was like floodlights coming on.
“Welcome home,” Arthur breathed against my mouth as the sound of applause gradually pulled me back into awareness of our surroundings. Applause. Whoops of laughter. Clicking cameras. But still I couldn’t seem to look away from him.
“Your balloons escaped.” Arthur’s friend was laughing harder now.
“So they did.” Arthur turned his gaze skyward where the colorful balloons were racing to the heavens.
“And posted! Man, this video is so going viral.” The friend made a triumphant gesture.
“Wait. Video? Viral?” Shaking my head, I tried to clear my muddled brain, but before I could I heard my name again, more urgent this time.
“Arthur! Derrick!”
Stomach cramping, I slowly turned my head, like that could delay the inevitable. Sure enough, though, Arthur’s parents—two people I had mad respect for, especially his retired master chief father—strode toward us with huge eyes.
“Your parents came?” I whispered to Arthur as I released him.
“Not part of the plan.” He shrugged like this wasn’t a huge fucking problem. “It was a surprise to me too. Mom texted earlier, but I was hoping they’d miss...the excitement. Oops.”
“Yeah, oops. You could have said something.”
Arthur blinked. “Exactly when?”
He had a good point, so all I could do was sigh.
“What is this?” Arthur’s mother, Jane, didn’t seem angry, more perplexed with a furrowed forehead. Me too, Jane. Me too. This was fast becoming a clusterfuck. I really didn’t want to confess to the petty jealousy that had led to me agreeing to Calder’s crazy plan, but maybe—
“Damn. Way to go, Fox.”
Oh fucking hell. Kill me now. Seriously, a lightning strike would have been welcome because Steve and Fernsby were right there. And yeah, that was the whole point, for them to see the kiss I was still reeling from, but now I was trapped.
“Hey, Mom.” Arthur didn’t even spare a glance for Fernsby or Steve, doing an impressive job of actively ignoring them.
“You and... Derrick?” Jane continued to tilt her head like we were a mystery to figure out.
“Yup.” Arthur answered before I could. “Surprise. I didn’t tell you—”
“No surprise there. You don’t tell me much these days.” Jane’s mouth twisted. As always, her husband was more of a silent presence, but he too looked befuddled and also distinctly uncomfortable. “But how long has this been a thing?”
Arthur gave an easy shrug. “A while. We didn’t say anything because Derek was still on the rebound from his total snake of an ex. But, I wasn’t going to miss the chance to welcome him home.”
Oh, he was good. Exactly enough vague truth there to be convincing, and he managed a dig at Steve to boot.
“Calder? Did you know about this?” Jane asked as he strode over, trio of friends trailing behind him. “Derrick and Arthur?”
“Oh yeah.” He was as good a liar as Arthur. “Isn’t it great?”
“Uh-huh.” Jane’s eyes were too wide and her mouth too tight. “Great. We made reservations at your favorite place for an early dinner. Arthur, you and Derrick will come.”
Bad idea. I glanced at Calder, hoping he’d give me an out of some kind, but he just grinned, enjoying this way too much. Deceiving Steve was one thing, but the Eulers were good people. They didn’t need to get unwittingly roped into my fake homecoming plot.
“I’m not sure I’m hungry,” I hedged.
“Liar.” Calder chuckled and bumped my shoulder. “We all know you can’t wait to get alone, but you can do dinner.”
His father went distinctly pink at the mention of Arthur and I being alone, and my sputtering noise wasn’t much better.
“We’ll be there.” Arthur linked arms with me as if I might be about to flee into the crowd. Which, honestly, might be the better option than dinner with the Eulers, but I still nodded. He stretched like he was going to kiss my cheek, but instead whispered in my ear, “Trust me.”
The absolute worst thing was that I might not have a choice.
Chapter Four
Arthur
Derrick didn’t want to trust me. That much was clear from his stiff posture and guarded eyes. He kept casting me wary looks, and his crappy acting wasn’t doing our ruse any favors. Thus, I was only too happy when he said he’d need to change out of his dress uniform before eating, which gave us the perfect opportunity to temporarily ditch my parents. Derrick and Calder both had on-base housing that was apparently walking distance from the docks, but first I needed to find Sabrina, who had disappeared somewhere around the appearance of my folks. I scanned the still-crowded docks area as Derrick continued to act like another two hours with me was a capital punishment.