apartment in the kindest way possible, when he heard his front door open and close.
His eyes closed and he groaned audibly. There was only one person in his life who had a key to his apartment, and Sue Tanner had yet to fully absorb what Josh meant by for emergencies only .
The cute brunette came out of the bathroom, where sheâd been borrowing Joshâs toothbrush without asking, and gave him a puzzled look. âIs someone here?â
As if on cue, there was a cheerful knock on his bedroom door. âJoshy? Are you decent?â
Josh sighed as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and walked unabashedly naked, and decidedly not decent, to the dresser.
âApril, honey,â he said to the woman as he pulled out T-shirts and sweatpants for them both, âprepare yourself to meet my mother.â
âYour mother?â she squeaked in a high voice that sounded remarkably similar to the sound sheâd made when sheâdâ
âIâm sorry,â he said, meaning it. For her sake and his own.
âJoshy?â
Good Lord.
âMom. A minute?â he called.
April hurriedly took the clothes he handed her. Theyâd be huge on her tiny frame, but they didnât have time for her to wiggle back into her skintight dress.
He pulled a plain white tee over his head, tugged on the blue sweats, and after a glance to make sure that all of Aprilâs crucial bits were covered, opened the door.
âOh hi, honey,â his mom said, all smiles. âI thought you might still be asleep.â
âSure you did,â he said, automatically sidestepping to block his momâs attempt to peek into his bedroom.
Just because heâd learned to endure Sue Tannerâs meddling didnât mean poor April had to.
But just as he was about to suggest his mother come back a bit later, he caught a waft of vanilla perfume as April crowded around him, already reaching for his motherâs hand.
âMrs. Tanner. Itâs so nice to meet you.â
Oh boy.
The only thing worse than a woman who didnât want to meet his mother was one who did.
He needed to get rid of both. Pronto.
But first . . . caffeine.
He bent to peck his chatty motherâs cheek before moving into the kitchen to get some much-needed coffee.
âWell arenât you lovely, dear,â Sue was cooing to April. âYou have just the prettiest eyes. I bet my son noticed those right off.â
Josh held back a snort of laughter as he reached for the canister where he kept his expensive Italian-roast coffee beans. Yeah. That had been it. Her eyes .
April had a fantastic body and a great smile. Sheâd found him after his bandâs set last night at the Irish pub around the corner, and after the requisite five-minute conversation to make sure she didnât set off any of his crazy warning bells, heâd brought her back to his place.
Truthfully, she wasnât the best lay heâd ever had. But that didnât mean she deserved an interrogation from his mother.
âLeave her alone, Mom,â he called.
His mother ignored him as she led a beaming April into the kitchen. âIâm so sorry to intrude on your morning like this!â his mother exclaimed.
Now Josh did let out a snort.
âOh gosh, no problem at all,â April gushed. âIâm just disappointed you got here before I could make us all some breakfast.â
His mug clattered to the counter. What now?
âOh, arenât you sweet as sugar. Now you just let me take care of that. Iâm here to make pancakes! Josh loves when I make pancakes.â
âYou know what else I love?â he muttered loudly over the whir of his coffee grinder. âWhen you call first.â
âSo you donât want my pancakes?â his mom said, finally shifting her attention away from April.
Josh considered as he turned to face the women and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the counter.
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