Chapter 8

Alex

Okay, why am I so nervous? Jeez. It’s just a journalist not my favorite type of person so why the heck have I gone round after my cleaning lady to do another hoover of the floors and cleaning them. So weird, right? I’ve fluffed up the scatter cushions on the sofa at least ten times, me being domesticated. It’s a joke. I am the least person who will ever be domesticated and yet here I am having whizzed the hoover round again, mopped the floors and preening the cushions.

I ordered flowers in for the guest bedroom for Madison Lane and an extra bunch for the dining room table. Pale blush roses, I hear that they’re an easy color if you’re not sure what color to go for. Hopefully, Madison Lane has no allergies to flowers or specifically roses. Am I sweating? Shit. I never sweat not even before a big game. I hope I’m not turning into a big woos.

“All good?” My best friend Shane asks. He and I have known each other since we were kids. Our folks have always lived next door to each other,