55
Singer
109 days with Miles
It was a conspiracy. Clearly. Of massive, impossible proportions.
“Jake’s mom and dad picked Miles up ten minutes ago,” Lisa said.
“But didn’t Mother say they’d be right back with more boxes? How can they be going to dinner when the whole point of them coming up this weekend was to clear stuff out of the house?”
Frankie, sitting on one of the counters and swinging her feet into the cabinets below, laughed. “Yeah, Lisa and I lied our asses off, and they’re going, too. We said you guys were hosting a couples date with your friends from the city.” She grinned. “We meant your friend from work and his wife, but if they took it to mean you guys are like raunchy gay swingers—hey, bonus.”
Singer cringed and rubbed his eyes hard. Ow, headache. “Frances—”
“Don’t
