CHAPTER 9
LILLY
When the garage door closes, I gape at the puppy at my feet. “Did I dream that, or did Bruce and I almost kiss?”
Colossus c***s his head.
Kiss? Is that kind of like butt-sniffing? Either way, I’m not an expert. Now—on a completely unrelated note—can I call you two Mom and Dad?
No way was that an almost kiss. He probably wanted to bite my head off—literally. Even when I’m at my most attractive, I’m no billionaire bait, and with the hideous helmet he’s making me wear, no sane male would want to come anywhere near me.
I scan the gorgeous landscaping, the pathways, the gardens, and the lakes in the distance.
All empty.
Good. No one is around to witness my shame.
Someone clears his throat from behind a sphere-shaped bush.
So much for no one seeing me in the dorky headg
