Page 61 of Building Romance

“Ten more minutes,” he groans.

I giggle. “Five more minutes,” I protest.

“Please tell me you aren’t some annoying morning person,” he murmurs.

“I’m a morning person and it’s already…” I trail off and realize I have no idea what time it is.

“Gretchen, what time is it?” Fletcher says loudly.

Gretchen? Who the hell is Gretchen?

“The time is nine fifteen,” an automated voice answers.

“You named it Gretchen?” I ask as I start to attempt to sit up, but he pulls me back against his chest.

“Yes. Do you have an issue with that?” he asks.

“Uh, no, I guess not,” I answer as I contemplate this. “What else does she do?”

I refuse to have one of these at the apartment, but Bray has one and loves it. I think he renamed his something funny like Mrs. Doubtfire, from a film that Ava loves.

“Oh, you know, the normal stuff, thermostat, preheating the oven, changing the floor temperatures, starting the shower, turning on appliances, and stuff like that,” he says as he yawns.

I raise my head. “Floor temperatures?”

“Yes. The floor is heated,” he explains. “Are you hungry?”

I nod. “Famished.”

“Gretchen, order a half dozen assorted bagels with regular cream cheese and two cappuccinos from Mo’s Bagels on Fifth Street,” he says.

“Ordering a half dozen assorted bagels with regular cream cheese and two cappuccinos from Mo’s Bagels on Fifth Street,” she repeats in her computer voice. “That total will be fifty-two seventy charged to the card on file. The order is estimated to be delivered in twenty-seven minutes.”

He looks over at me. “I wonder what we could do for twenty-seven minutes?” he ponders with a smirk.

“My God, does your dick ever rest?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Olympic gold medalists have to work constantly,” he replies as he waggles his eyebrows and I giggle.

“You mean Trevor?” I tease.

“Not his name,” he replies with a grin.

“Cesar?” I ask.

He shakes his head and rolls me beneath him. Then I hear a door opening.

“Flucker! Where are you?” a voice calls out.

“We were going to grab Mo’s and then go to Mom and Dad’s house. Oh wait, they are coming over here,” another voice says.

“Seriously? Why?” the first voice asks.

My eyes widen. Shit? Are these his brothers? Please be his brothers. Oh, wait, fuck, no, no brothers. Oh God, am I about to meet the other McDowell brothers? I was supposed to make a good first impression when I was going to sabotage their new store. And now, I actually do want to make a good first impression. Shit!

“Get dressed,” Fletcher says as he gives me a quick kiss. “Coming!” he yells to his brothers.

I smirk and mouth, “You wish.”