Chapter 32

Clothes are flung everywhere, and there's a pyramid of beer cans on the table.

"This... is not going to work," I mutter, stepping into the living room.

"What?" he shrugs.

A bright pair of blue panties catches my eye. Using my pointer finger and thumb like tweezers, I tug them out of the gray chair and hold them up.

They're so small I couldn't fit one leg in them. Is that the kind of girls Max is into?

"Your mother is never going to believe a steady girlfriend stays over here." I shake my head, dropping the lingerie to the floor.

Resting his elbows on the counter I can tell he's flustered and annoyed. His hat drops to the granite as he runs his hands back and forth through his hair.

"Why don't you cook, and I'll break out the hazmat suit?" I suggest, trying to help. I can tell his mother coming over here has him undone.

Slowly he lifts his head. "You sure?"

Putting my hands on my hips I swallow hard. This is going to be hard. I hate cleaning.

"Mhmm." I give a tight