Not that he was about to “go find another girlfriend.” He had the fake girlfriend he wanted right here, and he wouldn’t leave until she said yes. A few minutes ago, he’d thought they were in perfect accord—sexual attraction sparking like crazy, kidding around, a healthy dose of mutual liking and respect…hell, most of his real relationships hadn’t had as much going for them. Then she’d turned all weird again. He wished to hell she’d be more predictable, like the other women he dated. He sighed in frustration. Normally, in the rare event a woman didn’t want to go out with him, he would cut and run. But Gil liked Jen. For once in his life, Eli couldn’t just move on. He made a sharp right turn and climbed the steps to the front porch. “Where are you going?” Jen chased after him. The frosted glass front door was unlocked. It squeaked as it opened. Eli walked into a narrow hallway lined with family photographs. Looking for something, anything he could use to convince her that, given how well they got along and the spark between them, faking a relationship for a few weeks should be no hardship.
