I never thought I’d be the girl who gets wet for her roommate’s dad.
But God, the second Mr. Caldwell stepped through the door with Mia’s duffel bag slung over one shoulder, something in my stomach flipped and never righted itself.
He was supposed to be in and out. Mia had begged him to drive up for the weekend (some family thing she refused to explain), but ten minutes after he arrived, her phone buzzed with a reminder about a makeup chem exam she couldn’t miss. She cursed, kissed his cheek, promised she’d be back by four, and bolted, leaving me alone with six-foot-three of quiet, silver-fox danger wearing a faded navy Henley and jeans that hugged places I had no business noticing.
“Guess it’s just us for a couple hours, Riley,” he said, voice low and a little rough, like he’d been s
