Page 16 of Her Athlete's Wedding Secret
“So what’s holding you back? Your mom?”
“Not really. I can still come back to check on my mom. New York isn’t that far away.”
“What else is there?”
“You.”
“Me?” Benson asked.
Jet, an older woman with gray, frizzy hair, showed up to take their order. “What can I get you two?”
“I’ll have the burger and fries and a strawberry shake,” Benson said.
“I’ll have the same, but make my shake chocolate,” Tessa told her. “Can I get a water, too?”
Jet scribbled their order in her notepad. “You got it. Anything else?”
“Not for me,” Benson said.
Tessa smiled up at her. “Nope.”
Jet disappeared in the kitchen, and Benson turned back to Tessa. “What did you mean when you said I’m holding you back from saying yes?”
“I don’t know you well enough, so say yes.”
“Isn’t that the point of going out tonight?”
“Yes.” She pulled out her phone. “Which is why I prepared some questions for you.”
“Like an interview?”
“Yes.”
“You really are a reporter, aren’t you?” Benson teased.
“Just humor me.”
“Fine.”
“What are your cleaning habits?”
“Cleaning habits?”
“Yeah. Do you make your bed? Let the dishes pile up in the sink?”
“I have a lady who comes in to clean my place a few times a week. I eat out a lot, so I don’t make that much mess in my kitchen. It generally stays pretty clean.”
That was good to hear. After living with her mom growing up, she couldn’t handle it if he was a total slob. He couldn’t be that bad if he had a housekeeper.
“Do you expect us to sleep in the same bed?”
“Of course not.”
“What if your cleaning lady notices that we’re sleeping in two different rooms? Won’t she talk?”
“She might,” Benson admitted. “We’ll just have to make sure the bed in the guest room is made. You can keep your clothes in my closet and keep stuff on one of my bedside tables. That way she won’t suspect anything.”
“That seems acceptable.” Tessa took some notes in her phone.
