“Sawyer,” Jeri said, scanning him again, and Sawyer felt like he’d put his shirt on backward. Checked and everything. His clothes looked right, zipper was zipped up, all of that.
“I was just thinking,” she said, her voice like music to his ears. “I guess I came in the wrong house.” Her wide eyes softened, and she laughed, driving Sawyer’s thoughts into a frenzy.
He’s been texting with his mother about the family picnic at his childhood home in Newport Beach, and she’d been pressing him about who he was bringing. As if showing up to a family event alone wouldn’t be tolerated.
Of course, for his family, it wasn’t. He’d taken so many women to events, it was a miracle he hadn’t simply kept one of them as a girlfriend.
“It’s fine,” he said, chuckling with her. “I did just shower, but I’m dr
