Sky
"Call me Mom, Sky, please," she said, patting my hand. "You're family now."
I nearly choked on my bite. Family. Right. Because nothing says family like hating the guy you're fake-dating.
After lunch she showed us to the guest room, singular, because of course she assumed we were all cozy and in love. One bed, big enough for two but not if one of us wanted to murder the other. "Here you go, boys. Get settled. Dinner at six!"
She shut the door, and the second she was gone, Daniel turned to me. "Sky…"
"Nope." I dropped my bag on the bed, claiming it like territory. "You can sleep on the floor. Or the couch downstairs. I don't care, just not here."
He huffed, crossing his arms. "Come on, it's a big bed. We can share without…"
"Without what? Touching? Talking? Existing near each other?" I shoved him toward the door, but he didn't budge, all solid muscle and stubborn asshole. "Floor, Daniel. Now."
