Olivia

Saturday morning brought a cloudy sky and a text from Alexander: "Car will pick you up at 5 PM. Wear something casual. Bringing you to my place first."

I stared at the message, my stomach doing that annoying flip it always did when Alexander texted. Tonight was the night I'd meet his family. The Carters. The people who could potentially become my in--laws through this bizarre arrangement.

"Fuck," I muttered, dropping my phone on the kitchen ...