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Authors: Farrah Rochon
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Kimmie catching him and Sonny in a compromising position was just one reason sleeping with his boarder again wasn’t the wisest idea. If he and Sonny started something up, how awkward would things turn when he had to collect rent from her at the end of the month? Could he really accept money from a woman he was sleeping with?
Yet, if they started sleeping together and he refused to take rent money from her, then it would seem as if he was paying her for services rendered by allowing her to live in the apartment for free.
Shit . He was finding complications and nothing had even happened yet.
Hearing the squeak of Kimmie’s bedroom door hinge knocked Ian out of his internal debate, and reminded him that he needed to hit those hinges with some WD-40. He quickly minimized the webpage with the iPhone cases. Seconds later he heard Kimmie pounding down the stairs.
She rounded the half wall separating the computer nook from the rest of the family room and hooked an arm around his shoulder.
“Hey, Ian, you know Anesha’s older sister, Tamika, right? Well, she’s home from college and she brought all kinds of videos from their homecoming party. Can I go over there and watch?”
Ian peered up at her. “Are these college party videos R-rated?”
“Noooo,” she answered with the requisite eye roll. “It’s a video of the step show between the college sororities and fraternities. Tamika’s sorority won first place. I’m going to join a sorority when I go to college, but I’m not sure I’m going to join Tamika’s. I like the one with the pink and green colors. I don’t know if they are as good in the step shows, but I don’t care. So, can I go watch the videos?”
She’d lost him at college . Ian was on the verge of hyperventilating whenever he thought about her becoming a teenager in a few weeks. He couldn’t handle thoughts of college.
“Be back by six,” Ian said.
“ Siiiix ?” She dragged the word out by four syllables. “But Anesha’s mom is making lasagna tonight.”
“If that’s the case, ask her to send me a plate,” Ian said. “But I still want you home no later than seven thirty. Mrs. Linh sent an e-mail about tomorrow’s social studies test. You need to make sure you’re prepared.”
That got him another eye roll as she slipped on the high-top Converse she’d brought down from her room.
The moment Kimmie was out of the house, Ian opened up yet another screen he’d minimized earlier, the Google search he’d been doing on birthday parties for thirteen-year-olds. The quest to find a phone case was nothing compared to the nightmare of planning a birthday party.
Kimmie hadn’t specifically mentioned that she wanted a party, but ever since one of her classmates had the “party to end all parties” at the skating rink, she’d been dropping subtle hints. Ian pretended he was only casually listening the fifty or so times she’d brought it up.
There was just one problem. He didn’t know jack shit about party planning, especially a party for two dozen teens and preteens.
He and Michelle Foster, who’d treated Kimmie like a third daughter ever since Kimmie and Anesha became friends in kindergarten, discussed hosting a sleepover at her house. Ian figured that most parents wouldn’t be comfortable with their young daughters attending a slumber party in the house of a single, twenty-six-year-old bachelor. He sure as hell wouldn’t allow Kimmie to do so.
He’d assumed the sleepover was the end of it, until Michelle told him that once kids hit a certain age—thirteenish—it was an unwritten rule that they must have a coed party so that all of their classmates could attend. Ian balked at the idea at first, but then he remembered back when he was Kimmie’s age. Anyone who didn’t have a boy/girl party was teased. He didn’t want his baby sister getting teased. But damn ! He absolutely hated the thought of this coed thing. Ian knew if he spotted one of those little punks even glancing
Yet, if they started sleeping together and he refused to take rent money from her, then it would seem as if he was paying her for services rendered by allowing her to live in the apartment for free.
Shit . He was finding complications and nothing had even happened yet.
Hearing the squeak of Kimmie’s bedroom door hinge knocked Ian out of his internal debate, and reminded him that he needed to hit those hinges with some WD-40. He quickly minimized the webpage with the iPhone cases. Seconds later he heard Kimmie pounding down the stairs.
She rounded the half wall separating the computer nook from the rest of the family room and hooked an arm around his shoulder.
“Hey, Ian, you know Anesha’s older sister, Tamika, right? Well, she’s home from college and she brought all kinds of videos from their homecoming party. Can I go over there and watch?”
Ian peered up at her. “Are these college party videos R-rated?”
“Noooo,” she answered with the requisite eye roll. “It’s a video of the step show between the college sororities and fraternities. Tamika’s sorority won first place. I’m going to join a sorority when I go to college, but I’m not sure I’m going to join Tamika’s. I like the one with the pink and green colors. I don’t know if they are as good in the step shows, but I don’t care. So, can I go watch the videos?”
She’d lost him at college . Ian was on the verge of hyperventilating whenever he thought about her becoming a teenager in a few weeks. He couldn’t handle thoughts of college.
“Be back by six,” Ian said.
“ Siiiix ?” She dragged the word out by four syllables. “But Anesha’s mom is making lasagna tonight.”
“If that’s the case, ask her to send me a plate,” Ian said. “But I still want you home no later than seven thirty. Mrs. Linh sent an e-mail about tomorrow’s social studies test. You need to make sure you’re prepared.”
That got him another eye roll as she slipped on the high-top Converse she’d brought down from her room.
The moment Kimmie was out of the house, Ian opened up yet another screen he’d minimized earlier, the Google search he’d been doing on birthday parties for thirteen-year-olds. The quest to find a phone case was nothing compared to the nightmare of planning a birthday party.
Kimmie hadn’t specifically mentioned that she wanted a party, but ever since one of her classmates had the “party to end all parties” at the skating rink, she’d been dropping subtle hints. Ian pretended he was only casually listening the fifty or so times she’d brought it up.
There was just one problem. He didn’t know jack shit about party planning, especially a party for two dozen teens and preteens.
He and Michelle Foster, who’d treated Kimmie like a third daughter ever since Kimmie and Anesha became friends in kindergarten, discussed hosting a sleepover at her house. Ian figured that most parents wouldn’t be comfortable with their young daughters attending a slumber party in the house of a single, twenty-six-year-old bachelor. He sure as hell wouldn’t allow Kimmie to do so.
He’d assumed the sleepover was the end of it, until Michelle told him that once kids hit a certain age—thirteenish—it was an unwritten rule that they must have a coed party so that all of their classmates could attend. Ian balked at the idea at first, but then he remembered back when he was Kimmie’s age. Anyone who didn’t have a boy/girl party was teased. He didn’t want his baby sister getting teased. But damn ! He absolutely hated the thought of this coed thing. Ian knew if he spotted one of those little punks even glancing
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