RUBBY

"What!" I stared at Alex, completely thrown off by his request. Spend the night? In my house?

"Yeah," he replied casually as though he had not just asked for the most impossible thing.

I opened my mouth, then closed it, struggling to find the right words. Why here, of all places? What happened to all the luxurious hotels around? Besides, he was the famous Alexander Wolfe, and all he needed was a phone call, and he would be home in minutes. Why choose here?

"I know it’s a lot to ...