LOGIN“Yes. Luckily, Julie sees that I’m not trying to drown her daughter in gold chains or buy Daniel a fleet of sports cars. And reaching a financially comfortable agreement with your parents wasn’t difficult at all.”
“Can I ask why you’re telling me all this?” I asked. “I’m not even part of the family.”
“Because your girlfriend is the biggest challenge in this family, and she might have questions about the apartment,” he laughed. “And if I had to guess, the only reason you’re not part of the family yet isn’t because of you—it’s because Janie is the weak link.”
“What makes you think that? I broke up with her last year,” I asked, surprised.
“That’s true—you made the mistake. But she’s the one afraid to get attached now,” he stated calmly. “She was deeply attached to her father, whom she lost. And after she let you in, you pushed her away. Now, she’s scared to get close again.”
“Yeah, I really messed up last year,” I admitted quietly.
“You didn’t mess up,” he laughed. “She’s with you, isn’t she?”
I smiled and nodded.
“I’m actually much happier with how things turned out,” he added.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“If you had agreed to move in last year, you wouldn’t be together now. Janie would have given up everything for you—including her personality. And you would’ve gotten bored because she wouldn’t have challenged your mind anymore.”
“Maybe you’re right,” I said quietly before standing up.”Dr. Cox,” I said hesitantly. “Can I ask you something? If you don’t want to answer, or if it’s none of my business, just tell me. And I apologize in advance if I sound rude.”
He smiled—he already knew exactly what I wanted to ask.
“Go ahead, Johnny,” he said calmly, curious.
“How true are the rumors about your supposed wealth?” I blurted out in one breath.
“How true are the rumors about your girlfriends before Janie?” he shot back, laughing.
“Oh,” I was caught off guard. “Didn’t know you’d heard about them.”
“Son,” he smiled. “Do you think I wouldn’t gather every bit of information about you—as Janie’s boyfriend—before inviting Julie to dinner? It’s my job. And Brian is one of my closest colleagues,” he reminded me.
“I see,” I said. “So both rumors are equally false,” I laughed.
“Exactly,” he chuckled.
“Jenny only believes one of those rumors,” I said cautiously.
“I know,” he smiled. “And that’s fine—otherwise, she wouldn’t accept even the little she does from me.”
“I get it.”
We left the garage and returned to the living room. Jenny raised an eyebrow at me, and I tapped my nose playfully.
“Adam,” Mrs. Julie spoke up. “Did you check the car?”
“Yes, dear,” Adam replied. “Just had to adjust a cable.”
There was no chance to pull my girlfriend aside now—I was the one being interrogated by her adopted brothers.
After dinner, Jenny walked me to the door.
“Don’t mind the boys,” she said as she closed the entryway door behind us. “They already told me they’d be checking if you deserve me. Suddenly, I have a lot of brothers,” she laughed. I wrapped my arms around her.
“I hope I passed,” I whispered against her lips.
“You did—with me, at least.”
“Babe,” I said. “Kevin is coming back for New Year’s, but I have no idea why.”
“Messyhair,” she ran her fingers through my hair, forcing me to get lost in her eyes. “You said you wanted to be worthy of me,” she teased. “Pay attention to the details.”
“I do,” I declared firmly. “And I am paying attention.”
“Then we’ll see at Paul’s party. I’m not helping this time.”
I went home, and my family asked about Dr. Cox’s family—already mentally planning my wedding. Dad listened with a smile as I recounted the brotherly interrogation I had endured.
“I talked to Dr. Cox,” I told Dad later that evening in private. “I know about the contract and that the rumors about his wealth are as false as the ones about me,” I said quickly.
“Then you know exactly what you’re getting into,” he smiled. “Are you sure you still want this?”
“More sure than ever—I love her,” I said, smiling. “What do you and Mom think? You’ve never really said.”
“We have said,” Dad reminded me. “We have no issue with the question—just wait a few years for the paperwork. But at the rate you two are going, the paperwork might come right after the question,” he laughed.
“I’d definitely wait until after university,” I said.
“Wise decision. Though I doubt the little girl would think otherwise,” Dad chuckled.
The next morning, Jenny arrived after breakfast. After yesterday’s events, my family asked about Dr. Cox’s family and when they’d meet them in person. She wore jeans and a blouse—she hadn’t dressed up.
“Mrs. Simmons and Mom will organize that,” she deflected with a smile.
Then she turned to Amber, motioning for me to join them.
“Amber, please hold onto this envelope,” she said, handing it to my sister. The words New Year’s Secret were written on it.
“What’s this?” Amber asked, just as Kevin and Will walked over.
“Yesterday, your brother was curious about something, but the truth will only come out on New Year’s,” Jenny laughed, deliberately avoiding looking at Kevin. “So I wrote my answer in the envelope. Please keep it safe until then. I’ll come over that day, and we’ll open it together to see if I was right.”
On Sunday, we had lunch at my place. Luckily, after swimming, we both had a good appetite.In the afternoon, we went to his place to play video games.“When will the pool be finished here? Do you know?” Brian asked.“Jenny said in the fall when we come back,” I said. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to spend a day in the gym.”“I won’t even ask,” he laughed. “She’s definitely going to torture you.”By the time I got home, Jenny had already arrived and was unpacking.“I missed you,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “How did the meeting go?”“Well,” she said. “They signed the contract.”“What contract?” I asked, curious.
“Yeah, Jenny always sees right through me,” I admitted.“I know, son,” he smiled. “Good luck. I can’t help you—this is between the two of you.” He laughed.“You bet on this too?” Amber asked, sounding exasperated.“She said she’d figure it out,” I muttered, feeling slightly offended. “You don’t think I’m just going to let it go, do you?”“You’re the boss,” Amber rolled her eyes, while our parents laughed.“Is it already sized?” I asked as I held the box. I remembered correctly—it was a stunning ring.“Yes, bro,” Amber smiled. “Dad asked me for one of those bijou rings she wears in photos, so I knew about it—Mom was the only one who didn’t.”
“Unfortunately, it was all for nothing,” I said, disappointed. “It’s no longer in the store, so there’s nothing to show. Does Jenny know you’re here?” I asked.“No,” Dr. Cox replied. “Mickey is at his friend’s place, and Jane left before us.”“I’m sorry about the ring, Jay,” Mrs. Julie said.“Good thing I pay attention to details too—not just Janie,” Dr. Cox laughed, making everyone look at him.“Adam,” Dad chuckled, “I think you should stop teasing them before they kill you tonight.”“Andrew? Adam?” Both mothers asked at the same time.“Ladies,” Dr. Cox said with a smile, reaching into his inner pocket and placing a blue heart-shaped box on the table. &ldquo
The next day, Dad drove us to the apartment, and I showed them around.“It’s not huge, but it’s perfect for the two of us. Thank you,” I said once we settled in the living room.“I see your girlfriend has made it feel like home,” Mom said, looking around.“Yeah, she’s slowly unpacking everything. Will the rent be covered over the summer too?” I asked, since we hadn’t discussed it yet.“As far as I know, it was leased for several years. Adam handled the paperwork,” Dad said.“If no one’s hungry yet,” Dad continued, “we could head to the store.”“Finally, I get to see my own shop,” Amber said excitedly.“Sis,” I said, “I’ve already been inside, but they
On Friday, Jenny drove home after school, pulling into my parents’ driveway just before dinner. The scent of home-cooked food drifted through the open windows, and as she stepped inside, the family was already gathered, waiting with expectant smiles.“Come in,” Brad said, opening the door. “Dinner’s just about ready.”“Good evening,” Jenny greeted everyone and sat across from me at the table—her usual spot. She seemed a little nervous, which was unusual for her lately.“Everything okay, dear?” Dad noticed.“Messyhair said everyone’s coming to visit our apartment tomorrow, but unfortunately, I won’t be able to be there,” she blurted out.“No problem, dear,” Mom reassured her. “Yes, I could only make time now.” So she took resp
I should’ve looked away. Should’ve stood up and left the room. But I couldn’t. She danced like temptation incarnate—teasing, graceful, slow. When she peeled back her sweatshirt and revealed the black corset beneath, I stood.I crossed to her in two strides, hands slipping around her waist.“What do you think you’re doing?” she giggled as I eased her down onto the couch.I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My fingers were already tugging at her tracksuit, breath shallow. I nearly tore the fabric from her—and my own clothes too—blinded by how much I needed her. She laughed softly, her skin warm under my hands, her smile daring me to break every rule we’d set.“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked again, this time breathlessly, already reacting to my kisses.
I wandered around for a while, chatting with Brian, who gave me the rundown on every couple that showed up. Then Daniel arrived. He wore a green shirt and black pants. Paul greeted him warmly. His light blond hair was still cropped short—he hadn’t changed a bit.“Go say hi,” Brian nudged me, then l
I looked over—she had her back to me and hadn’t noticed us. She was with three men and a woman, translating. She wore a modest gray suit but still looked incredible. Her new hairstyle was pinned up, though that one stubborn strand still curled loose at the side. I tried not to stare. I failed.“She
Before I realized it, I’d wandered into Uncle Steve’s neighborhood, to the tree where Jenny and I used to stand. I could see her smile in my mind—only now, she was smiling at someone else.I walked past Uncle Steve’s house. The lights were on, and there was a lot of movement inside. The whole famil
I couldn’t even finish my burger. I just wanted to get home, confront my dad, and change out of my sticky clothes.He was in the living room, scribbling something. Mom was watching TV. I was already on edge, and I didn’t care about the mess I was in—I needed to talk to them first.“Why didn’t you t







