Page 42 of Faking it For Summer

“It’s Bishop,” I interject. “I’m Mia Bishop. My, uh, well, my friend—boyfriend, I mean, is Luke Haverbrook. He is also staying in the suite, but we aren’t married. I mean, not that we won’t ever?—”

“Mia.” Luke gives me a look.

I let out a low moan. I am blowing it. Thank God it’s only with the room service lady.

“Sorry, I’m sure you don’t care about our relationship status. I’d like to get two cheeseburgers, two fries, an order of onion rings, a Coke, and a side salad.”

“You never eat the salad, Mia.” Luke gives me a knowing look. “And I know I don’t want it.”

“I will eat it tonight. I actually always eat my salads now,” I lie smoothly. “You don’t know everything about me, Luke. You’ve been gone, and I’ve changed.”

“Haven’t changed your habit of picking the wrong guys though.”

“Anyway, sorry about that, ma’am. I would like two cheeseburgers, two fries, a Coke, and a large salad with ranch dressing, please.”

I give Luke a pointed look, and he laughs as he turns around and heads into the bathroom. I already regret adding the salad, but I’m going to make sure to eat it.

“So, four cheeseburgers, four fries, two Cokes, a side salad, and a large salad with ranch? What dressing would you like with the side salad?”

“Huh? I just want two cheeseburgers, please. With two fries, one Coke, and a salad with ranch.”

“I see. And you’re charging it to the room?”

“Sure, thanks.”

“You’re welcome. That will be up within forty-five minutes. Thank you.”

We hang up, and I once again look around the room. Luke is doing something in the bathroom, and I’m glad to have a moment to myself while I wait for him to come out.

I grab my phone to text Juniper, so I don’t think too much about what I’ve gotten myself into.

Mia: I’m thinking I may be crazy. What do you think?

Juniper: What happened?

Mia: Luke and I had to check in to the hotel room tonight, and we have no change of clothes or anything, and I’m just like, can we do this?

Juniper: You two have shared beds for years. It’ll be fun.

Mia: Yeah, true. I just … well …

Juniper: Well, what?

Mia: He has abs now, Juni.

Juniper: Abs? Wow. Who knew he’d start working out? Good for him.

Mia: I guess.

Juniper: Wait … are you admiring his abs?

Mia: NO! Of course not.

Juniper: Okay, so then what’s the problem?

Mia: What are we going to sleep in?

Juniper: Underwear.