“
I suppose we could make it work with a young man living in the house. But there would have to be rules--”
“Whatever they are, we’ll follow them.”
“There can be no hanky-panky--”
“Puh-lease!” Who said hanky-panky these days? “He won’t be the one--”
“The one?” Mom asked, her eyes narrowing.
Why don’t I just blow it here and now?
“We’re just giving him a room, Mom. I promise. I wouldn’t be interested in him if he turned out to be Johnny Depp.” I gave an exaggerated eye roll. “Well, okay, if he was Johnny Depp, I’d be interested. But seriously, what are the odds?”
Mom’s mouth quirked at that, because she had a thing for Johnny Depp, too.
“All right, then,” she said, “you can have your ballplayer for the summer.”
Yes! Deep inside I was doing a happy dance, but on the outside I did nothing more than smile. If my parents figured out the real plan was to get a boyfriend, they absolutely wouldn’t go for it.
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