Nathan paddled the motorcycle forward, his helmet hanging on the pedestal of the bike. It was a pretty good bike; he’d spent a small fortune on it and it had served him well in the days that taxis couldn’t. Today he worked late, so he was finally thankful to be heading back home…. Only now that home was Rosianna and not his sweet little bed.
“Her name is Rosie,” he reminded himself. “She wants us to call her Rosie.”
Nathan smiled to himself. From what he had gathered and from the way she interacted with everyone in the short minute that he knew her, only her grandfather fondly referred to her as Rosie. Everyone else was stiff where she was concerned.
Then he started to wonder if she wanted him to refer to her as Rosie because they were now in this fake marriage scheme and to prove to ev
