Keeley's heart nearly stopped when she heard the sound of her dad coming home. Maybe if they stayed very quiet, they could sneak out when he wasn't looking. Oh, screw it. She would tell part of the truth—Aaron was helping her move to her new place.
He thought they were friends; it wasn't like he would question it. As long as Aaron wasn't stupid enough to spill the beans, it would be fine.
"Follow my lead," she hissed as they walked out of her bedroom with boxes in hand.
She set hers down on the kitchen table and greeted her father with a hug. "Hi, Dad! How was work? I'm moving most of my stuff over to my new place today and Aaron offered to help."
Robert smiled at them, utterly unsuspicious, as he released her from the hug. "Work was about the same as usual. Good to see you, son. It's awfully nice of you to help her out like this."
"It's my pleasure, sir," he said respectfully.
"Do you need any help bringing things downstairs?"
