Reliable.”
She sounded like she was car shopping, but he knew better than to say so. “Well, at least I’ll show you some fun before you dump me for another boring guy.” Those huge hazel eyes narrowed, so he grinned. “Even a fake boyfriend can be fun.”
Emily barreled over his lap again and onto Cam’s. “Uncle Justin says you’re the smarty pants. I’m supposed to get a tutu from you.”
Troy laughed until his side hurt and half the plane was staring at him. “I think you mean tutorial . And Auntie Camryn is the right person for that.”
“Justin Horton, you didn’t tell us you lived in a hotel!” Nana exclaimed.
Camryn rolled her eyes. Only Nana could make that sound like an insult. They exited the car the Hortons sent for them. Scratch that, the limo they sent.
Justin rubbed the back of his neck and turned six shades of red. “Um, well…it’s not that big.”
It was that big. Camryn looked at the sprawling gray brick fortress in front of them. It took five minutes to get from the road to the front door, and past a ten-foot wrought iron security fence. Easily three floors high, the house had to be ten thousand square feet. The garage was bigger than her parents’ house. The yard could’ve held a wedding three times the size of Justin and Heather’s. And the Kentucky Derby. Around the side, she could just make out the edge of an in-ground pool.
Now she knew why Heather was so nervous.
A woman exited the front door and walked right to Justin. “It’s so good to have you home!” she said. Justin looked just like her, with light brown hair and a thin, angular face. She wore a mint green suit that cost more than a month of Camryn’s salary. “Oh, Heather. So good to see you again.”
Heather introduced the rest of the family, who blessedly said nothing. Camryn hoped their shock lasted the whole week.
Bernice Horton squatted in front of her niece. “You must be Emily. I had the staff buy you a bunch of movies for while you’re here, in case it rains.”
Emily smiled. “With cockporn? Auntie Cam makes the best cockporn!”
Anna picked up Emily and set her on her hip as she giggled nervously. “She means popcorn. Popcorn. Camryn makes her popcorn, and…um.”
The horrified look left Bernice’s face as she patted her chest. “Of course. With popcorn, dear.” She turned to Justin. “Your dad is in the study. Why don’t you drag him out and give the family a tour of the house?”
A couple of staff came out to collect their luggage as the family walked inside.
Camryn and Troy stayed back, letting the others go ahead first. Troy leaned over to whisper in her ear, “At least I’m sharing a room with the woman who makes the best cockporn. Honestly, the things you don’t tell me.”
She tried not to smile. “Shut up, Troy.”
Justin’s father seemed as nice as his mother. Once he saw them come inside, he rose from a desk and shook everyone’s hand. As tall, if not taller than Justin, he had a wiry frame and a pear-shaped face hidden behind large black frames.
The house was amazing. Mahogany floors, ten-foot windows, open architecture. Complete with a library and media room, which Emily drooled over, it was something out of a Hollywood set. The entire east side had a beautiful view of the Flatirons and foothills at the base of the mountains. The north side had an in-ground Olympic-sized pool with a colorful perennial garden to accent.
The house had six bedrooms. Yjaka Harold, Kuma Viola, Uncle Mitch and Tetaka Myrtle were sharing a room on the second floor. Mom, Dad and Nana were across the hall. Fisher, Anna and Emily were on the third floor, along with Justin and Heather, and Troy and herself. Each bedroom had its own bath.
Left to their own devices until lunch, they opted to unpack and settle in. Troy flopped on the king-sized bed in their room. “I thought the family was very well behaved.”
“Yes, aside from Nana complaining about getting lost.”
The room was
She sounded like she was car shopping, but he knew better than to say so. “Well, at least I’ll show you some fun before you dump me for another boring guy.” Those huge hazel eyes narrowed, so he grinned. “Even a fake boyfriend can be fun.”
Emily barreled over his lap again and onto Cam’s. “Uncle Justin says you’re the smarty pants. I’m supposed to get a tutu from you.”
Troy laughed until his side hurt and half the plane was staring at him. “I think you mean tutorial . And Auntie Camryn is the right person for that.”
“Justin Horton, you didn’t tell us you lived in a hotel!” Nana exclaimed.
Camryn rolled her eyes. Only Nana could make that sound like an insult. They exited the car the Hortons sent for them. Scratch that, the limo they sent.
Justin rubbed the back of his neck and turned six shades of red. “Um, well…it’s not that big.”
It was that big. Camryn looked at the sprawling gray brick fortress in front of them. It took five minutes to get from the road to the front door, and past a ten-foot wrought iron security fence. Easily three floors high, the house had to be ten thousand square feet. The garage was bigger than her parents’ house. The yard could’ve held a wedding three times the size of Justin and Heather’s. And the Kentucky Derby. Around the side, she could just make out the edge of an in-ground pool.
Now she knew why Heather was so nervous.
A woman exited the front door and walked right to Justin. “It’s so good to have you home!” she said. Justin looked just like her, with light brown hair and a thin, angular face. She wore a mint green suit that cost more than a month of Camryn’s salary. “Oh, Heather. So good to see you again.”
Heather introduced the rest of the family, who blessedly said nothing. Camryn hoped their shock lasted the whole week.
Bernice Horton squatted in front of her niece. “You must be Emily. I had the staff buy you a bunch of movies for while you’re here, in case it rains.”
Emily smiled. “With cockporn? Auntie Cam makes the best cockporn!”
Anna picked up Emily and set her on her hip as she giggled nervously. “She means popcorn. Popcorn. Camryn makes her popcorn, and…um.”
The horrified look left Bernice’s face as she patted her chest. “Of course. With popcorn, dear.” She turned to Justin. “Your dad is in the study. Why don’t you drag him out and give the family a tour of the house?”
A couple of staff came out to collect their luggage as the family walked inside.
Camryn and Troy stayed back, letting the others go ahead first. Troy leaned over to whisper in her ear, “At least I’m sharing a room with the woman who makes the best cockporn. Honestly, the things you don’t tell me.”
She tried not to smile. “Shut up, Troy.”
Justin’s father seemed as nice as his mother. Once he saw them come inside, he rose from a desk and shook everyone’s hand. As tall, if not taller than Justin, he had a wiry frame and a pear-shaped face hidden behind large black frames.
The house was amazing. Mahogany floors, ten-foot windows, open architecture. Complete with a library and media room, which Emily drooled over, it was something out of a Hollywood set. The entire east side had a beautiful view of the Flatirons and foothills at the base of the mountains. The north side had an in-ground Olympic-sized pool with a colorful perennial garden to accent.
The house had six bedrooms. Yjaka Harold, Kuma Viola, Uncle Mitch and Tetaka Myrtle were sharing a room on the second floor. Mom, Dad and Nana were across the hall. Fisher, Anna and Emily were on the third floor, along with Justin and Heather, and Troy and herself. Each bedroom had its own bath.
Left to their own devices until lunch, they opted to unpack and settle in. Troy flopped on the king-sized bed in their room. “I thought the family was very well behaved.”
“Yes, aside from Nana complaining about getting lost.”
The room was
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