Chapter 23

Derek had to text Chelsea to let her know he wouldn’t be able to get to the suite until eight, maybe a little later. His father had insisted they go out to dinner to talk – just the two of them.

Chelsea had texted him back saying it was fine and she would grab a bite to eat in the hotel lobby lounge. For some reason, he wondered what Chelsea decided to eat for dinner. Silly really. Yet, it made him realize he didn’t know Chelsea’s favorite food. Shouldn’t a man know what foods are his wife’s favorite whether the marriage was a sham or not?

“Son, are you listening to me?”

“No,” Derek said and looked at his watch again.

His father chuckled. “Well, at least your honest.

I wonder what Chelsea is wearing right now. Something that accentuates her beauty, I’m sure. Then again, she’s the type of beauty that would look good in a burlap sack.

“Son?”

“Huh?” Derek said as he gave his father his full attention.