Another Mazzy Monday by Savannah Young, Sierra Avalon Read Free Book Online

“What do you think?”
    “I am so jealous right now. Is my face green with envy?”
    We both laugh.
    “Do you think he has any brothers?” Suzie asks. “Maybe one of them needs a fake fiancée.”
    “You’re the one who knows about politics. Don’t you know if he has any brothers?”
    She sits down on the bed. “I only know what I overhear people saying when I pour drinks. I never heard anyone talking about any brothers.”
    I move over to the glass slider and open it so I can get a better look at the balcony. “You have to see this,” I yell back to Suzie.
    “Wow,” she exclaims as she joins me. “I can’t believe you have your own balcony.”
    “It looks like all of the bedrooms do,” I point out.
    “Too bad he didn’t hire you to be his fake fiancée over the summer. I’d love to swim in that lake.”
    “It does look pristine,” I agree.
    “Mazzy.” I hear Drew call my name.
    Suzie and I hurry back into the bedroom to find Drew now wearing dark blue jeans and a sweater. He wasn’t kidding when he said his meeting is casual. He looks more like he’s going on a date.
    As we get closer to him I can’t help but notice the spicy aftershave he’s wearing.
    “Do you like your room?” he asks.
    “I love it.”
    He nods. “I’ll be home late. I just wanted to remind you.”
    “Okay,” I say although I’m not sure how I could forget. He’s been very clear about it.
    He looks uncomfortable like he wants to say more, but he puts his hands on his hips instead. He stares at me for a few seconds then asks, “George gave you his number? In case you need anything.”
    “He did,” I assure him.
    “Good,” he replies. I expect him to leave on that note, but his brow is furrowed like he still has something to say.
    “Have fun,” I say in an effort to get him to leave. I’m starting to feel a little awkward and the conversation between us is definitely strained.
    “It’s a business meeting,” he insists in a way that says that he’s trying to convince both of us.
    “I know,” I say innocently, even though it’s becoming more obvious by the second that the guy is going on a date. The only question is why he’s fake engaged to me instead of whomever he’s meeting.
    He glances at his watch. “I’d better get going.”
    I don’t want to say anymore because I’m ready for him to leave so I just give him a quick wave instead.
    To my surprise he leans down and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. Almost as if he’s fulfilling an obligation. Is that what was stressing him out? Wondering if he was supposed to show some type of physical affection before he left.
    “Bye,” I say.
    He gives me one of his best politician grins before he heads out the door.
    My sister and I both stare at each other until we hear a car door slam and the faint sound of his engine fading in the distance.
    “That was weird,” Suzie says when there’s no doubt that he’s gone.
    “Very. Did it seem to you like he was going to a casual business meeting?”
    “Oh, hell no. That guy has a date.”
    “That’s what I thought too.”
    “So the question is, why hire a fake fiancée when you’re obviously dating someone?”
    “That’s a really good question. I’m just not sure I’m eager to find out.”
    ***
    The rumble of my stomach wakes me up. With all of the excitement last night of Suzie and I checking out every inch of the house and using our quick wit and keen detection skills to find out more about Drew Graham and his family, we still came up with absolutely nothing.
    But we did forget to eat.
    I throw on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and make my way downstairs.
    I gasp when I see the gourmet kitchen. It’s better than the dream kitchen of my wildest fantasy. A cook’s paradise and everything looks brand new. I can’t wait to give the appliances a test drive.
    George wasn’t lying. The refrigerator is fully stocked. More food than I could ever possibility eat on my own. For a moment I wonder if I