Chapter 4
“f**k,” Jake said as he sprang up from the bed. “It’s 11. I forgot my dad was driving down from Austin.” His eyes lit with panic. He looked at Nia. His eyes softened as his shoulders lowered. “You look so beautiful laying there.”
“Thanks. We were really knocked out.” Nia chuckled and slid out of the bed, wrapping the top sheet around herself. She stumbled over to the closet and removed her lace garner slip and stockings. She folded the garments and stacked them in a neat pile on a shelf. She threw the dress over her head.
Jake walked in, smiling. He walked past her to a row of collared knit shirts.
“Golf,” he said, shaking his head. He smiled, and picked out a pair of khaki pants. He turned around. “Well, I still need to take a shower.” He paused, then paced over to the inter
