Playing House

Playing House

by Ruby Lang

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Overview

Playing House is relatable, heartwarming, and oh so sexy. I zoomed through this thoughtful and joyful story about two people finding themselves and each other.” —Jasmine Guillory, New York Times bestselling author of The Wedding Date and The Proposal

Romance blossoms between two city planners posing as newlyweds in this first in a bright new series by acclaimed author Ruby Lang


The last thing Oliver Huang expects to see on the historic Mount Morris home tour is longtime acquaintance Fay Liu bustling up and kissing him hello. He’s happy to playact being a couple to save her from a pushy admirer. Fay’s beautiful, successful and smart, and if he’s being honest, Oliver has always had a bit of a thing for her.

Maybe more than a bit.

Geeking out over architectural details is Oliver and Fay’s shared love language, and soon they’re touring pricey real estate across Upper Manhattan as the terribly faux but terribly charming couple Darling and Olly.

For the first time since being laid off from the job he loved, Oliver has something to look forward to. And for the first time since her divorce, Fay’s having fun.

Somewhere between the light-filled living rooms and spacious closets they’ve explored, this faux relationship just may have sparked some very real feelings. For Oliver and Fay, home truly is where their hearts are.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781488055096
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 08/12/2019
Series: Uptown , #1
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 73,775
File size: 588 KB

About the Author

Ruby Lang is the pen name of nonfiction writer Mindy Hung. She has written for The New York TimesThe Toast, and Salon. She enjoys running (slowly), reading (quickly), and ice cream (at any speed). She lives in New York with a small child and a medium-sized husband. Find Ruby Lang at RubyLangWrites.com and on Facebook.

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CHAPTER 1

Sunday

In all their years as wary mutual acquaintances, Oliver Huang never expected Fay Liu to be so happy to see him. But here she was, in this showcase home on the Mount Morris Park historic house tour, flashing Oliver a huge, almost desperate smile. She stepped right up to kiss him heartily on the lips, and in the process knocked his glasses askew, smudging them.

Then as he reached up to adjust them, she commandeered his arm and linked hers through his.

Fay was a fellow urban planner and, most importantly, she was a partner at Milieu. They had mutual friends. He'd even sent her firm a CV, and had finally received a follow-up from one of her partners expressing interest just that morning. For a fuzzy moment, he wondered if she was here, had sought him out directly, to arrange the interview. Still, he hadn't expected Fay to be quite so warm and, well, handsy? lipsy? — was that a word? — about greeting a potential employee.

And wasn't she married?

But she gripped him more tightly and snuggled into his side. She felt good tucked into him. So, he allowed himself to relax, to enjoy touching another human body again, to almost hug someone, to feel needed, and wanted, and seen.

It was such a fleeting, wonderful connection. Fleeting, because in less than a minute, he understood what this was.

A man clomped up to them and scowled at the picture Oliver and Fay presented, standing in the upper hallway of the brownstone, looking for all the world like a pair of proud new homeowners.

Such a lovely illusion.

"Oh, so this is the boyfriend you were talking about," Clompy Man said.

Fay tipped her head back, her glossy hair catching the light, and gazed up at Oliver adoringly. "Oliver, Brent here was offering to take me to the rest of the stops on the tour. But I said I was waiting for you to arrive, because I know you're such an architecture hound that you wouldn't want to miss it."

"I'm sorry I was late. I got held up at the, uh, boxing gym."

To her credit, she did not roll her eyes. Boxing gym. Oliver had never been inside a boxing gym if that's what they were called. Fay said, "That's all right, honey. I know how much you enjoy sparring. You're so strong and quick on your feet."

She gave his biceps a squeeze, two, as if the first weren't enough, and he almost laughed aloud.

She felt it, too. Even if their improvised dialog was stilted and terrible — or maybe because it was — they shared genuinely amused grins.

Brent the Clomper didn't appear quite as delighted with their acting skills.

He stood there, looking at them, breathing heavily. Eying Brent's heavily muscled torso, Oliver wondered if he was about to get into a fight for the first time in his adult life. It was unlikely — very unlikely. And yet, Oliver found himself considering what would happen if he had to take the bigger, younger man. Oliver was actually quick on his feet — but Brent was taller and much heavier. But Oliver also knew — he knew this for a fact — that if Brent swung, Fay would join in angrily and enthusiastically. Both of them together could definitely defeat one Clompy Brent, although they'd probably break Oliver's glasses, not to mention scuff the dark wood floors of this brownstone, knock over the antique side table that held a collection of candles and pictures, and possibly damage the expensively restored newel posts of the gorgeous staircase in the process. That would be a damn shame.

Nonetheless, Oliver tightened his fists. So did Fay. For a moment, they stood tense, frozen, the smile on Fay's face becoming slightly wider and more ominous, although the scariest thing about it was how attractive Oliver found it.

The old floor creaked. The sounds of greetings came from downstairs. A small group of people was likely bounding up the porch steps, eager to ooh and aah over Harlem real estate.

Clompy Brent flicked his eyes down toward where the sound emerged and he grunted. Evidently deciding that historic preservation was the better part of valor, he gave Fay a curt nod and went ponderously down the stairs.

Oliver sagged in relief — and a little disappointment. When the crowd passed beneath them through the front hall, he turned to Fay and she turned to him and they said, simultaneously, "Are you okay?"

A pause.

Fay started again. "He was so persistent. Sorry to involve you."

Then, as if realizing they were still standing close, Fay slipped her arm out from his and they stepped away from each other.

"Don't apologize. It's messed up that you felt like you needed a cover."

Fay shook her head as if to clear it. "That was tense, wasn't it? He started pestering me one house back on the tour. I said I wasn't interested, and he didn't listen. When we got to this house, I told him I had a boyfriend and then I started trying to edge back downstairs to find the greeter when you arrived. But really it was nothing. It was fine."

Oliver was quiet for a bit, trying to process what she'd said. She was slightly embarrassed judging from her abrupt manner — not that she had anything to be ashamed of at all. But the other thing that stood out was that she'd made up a fake boyfriend instead of referring to her husband. Which meant ... He glanced at her hand. No ring. Maybe she wasn't married anymore. So not the point here. But why did he suddenly feel so — not happy, not relieved, but ... alert? Interested.

He hadn't felt interested in anything for a long time.

She added grudgingly, "I'm really glad I ran into you."

"An architect friend had a ticket that he couldn't use. I wasn't about to pass up a chance to scope out people's houses."

She laughed at that — maybe a little too hard. So, he asked gently, "Would you like a cup of coffee or some water, or something? Or if you don't mind, would you show me around? It's the first time I've ever been on the Mount Morris Park house tour."

"Are you kidding me? The restorations are gorgeous, but the tour also really highlights this area's community-led revitalization. Have you seen all the businesses that have opened up on Malcolm X Boulevard lately? Plus, what New Yorker doesn't love ogling real estate?"

The fact that she relaxed instantly told him he'd done the right thing in giving her a project: namely, him. But of course, he couldn't quite feel at ease around her because her firm had his CV. If he didn't want to live with his brother forever he was going to have to get that job. She still hadn't said anything about it — in fact, she seemed oblivious — but Fay could potentially be his next boss. His sexy, non-ring-wearing-and-therefore-possibly-available boss. It was the worst kind of in-between space to be in with her: not closely acquainted enough to be friends, not quite coworkers, not quite flirting.

Instead of thinking about jobs or how he'd always liked her, he concentrated very hard on the leaded glass skylight that she was pointing out and tried to ignore the tingle that crept up his spine when her insistent hands pushed him toward the next set of stairs in order to show him the pitted, stained brick of an old fireplace that hadn't yet been restored. They chatted with the greeter, Ms. Gloria Hernández, who was oblivious to the drama that had taken place upstairs.

"Oh, we get all sorts of people here who want to know about the history of the area. And then there are the ones who think they're on some kind of house shopping spree and say things like, I'm gonna rip out that tile over there and put in a chandelier made of diamonds and hundred dollar bills up here. And some people who just want to poke through their neighbor's medicine cabinets."

Ms. Hernández peered at them as if to decide which of the three categories they belonged in and Oliver tried not to look like a rich asshole or a person with too much curiosity about other people's meds.

Fay said hastily, "We love the neighborhood. Also, we both have a professional interest."

"Are you historians?"

"No, we're urban planners."

"What's that all about?"

"Well, we work with city government and developers and community groups to look at how land is used to figure out how to grow and accommodate a community's needs. We look at zoning and infrastructure. We talk to the residents and community leaders and try to help all these groups figure out what kinds of businesses they need, or if they need more schools, or more bike lanes —"

"No bike lanes. Hard enough for my sister to park already. Every Tuesday and Thursday she has to sit in her car for a half-hour to wait out the street cleaners. She's read everything by Toni Morrison twice already. Although I suppose it doesn't sound so bad when you put it that way."

"We also make recommendations for more affordable housing."

"Well, I know all about that. I've lived in my building since 1969, and if I hadn't bought early, I wouldn't be able afford five square feet to myself anymore. A young couple like you, if you want to start a family in this neighborhood, if you aren't the CEO of something, you can forget about it," she said. "Urban planner, that's a real job, huh?"

Fay laughed. "Oh, it's very real."

But Oliver noticed that Fay didn't bother to say that what wasn't real was Ms. Hernández's assumption that he and Fay were a couple.

When they were safely out of the house and on their way to the next stop, Fay explained, "There was a lot to unpack in what she was telling us about the neighborhood. It seemed harmless to let that one thing go. Plus, you could have jumped in at any time."

"I like letting you take the lead."

She gave him a slow smile that he felt down to his feet. "I like that you let me take the lead."

She walked off and it was a few seconds before he managed to catch up to her.

A few other people at the next stops made the same assumption, too, and neither bothered to correct them. It was easier to concentrate on other matters: to pause to look up the history of the neighborhood on their phones, to hold up before and after pictures of houses that had been burned-out shells, to hope that more houses had stayed in the hands of Black residents, to pause to argue lightly about the Whole Foods that had sprung up on 125th Street. "I'd forgotten how slowly I move when I'm with another urban planner," Fay said suddenly, laughing. "But that's how we earn those billable hours, isn't it?"

It wasn't a bad thing; in fact it was a small inside joke. But thinking about his billable hours — his career, his current lack of a job, the fact that her firm had been so slow to respond, the fact that he was living with his brother, well, it put a damper on Oliver's mood. He could have asked for her number right then. He could have said something about meeting again next weekend to walk through Marcus Garvey Park, which they hadn't had nearly enough time to explore. But he had no business asking out anyone right now, not when he was a mess, and especially not when he felt that slight thread of unease around the fact that he was in the running for a job with her firm.

But she obviously didn't remember or care, otherwise, she would have mentioned it.

There was a lot they hadn't said to each other.

She was still smiling at him. But he didn't ask for her number. He didn't ask if he could see her again.

So, when she paused, almost expectantly, he said, "I'll walk you down to your platform."

And he watched her get on her train.

Fay was still smiling that evening as she pulled a pot out of the moving boxes in order to make dinner.

On the way home, she'd bought the fancy instant ramen, a bunch of green onions, and a single grilled chicken breast. She shredded some of the chicken and the scallions with her hands and dumped them in with the noodles. Then she found a pair of disposable chopsticks from a takeout bag she'd left on her counter and sat down on the floor cross-legged to eat from the pot. Her mother wouldn't quite approve of her methods, but at least Ma Liu would be happy that Fay used only half the seasoning packet.

She should have taken that Saturday afternoon to unpack, but she just couldn't stomach it. She'd moved twice in the last year: once into a sublet when she'd asked her husband for a divorce (he could keep the apartment and its expensive lease), and then into this old, pre-war one bedroom with worn floors and tall windows that rattled when it stormed. But it was hers. She'd bought it with her own money.

It was probably a mistake.

She hadn't had time to brood about it, though. Her marriage unraveled at the same time that the firm that she'd started with two college classmates had been going through growing pains. But while the extra work had been a welcome distraction, she and her partners were clearly shorthanded and needed desperately to hire someone. She'd thrown herself into putting out fires at work and her partners had been left to hire HR consultants, go through CVs, and interview people.

This was the first weekend she'd taken off in a long time. And now that she had a chance to glance around, the apartment was in rougher shape than she remembered. She had a lot of furniture to buy — she didn't even have a bed. Her mattress sat on the floor. It seemed too difficult to summon the depth of will she needed to start a new project, to whip it into shape. She wanted something polished, finished. She wanted just one thing — one thing — in her life to be ready for her.

But this was no time to wallow. She was going to hold on to the good mood that Oliver had helped her earn for as long as she could. She tapped on FaceTime and propped her phone up on a box.

"Not wallowing for a change," Renata said approvingly. "What happened to you today?"

Renata was on the patio of her house in Seattle, sipping something from a tall glass while her kids screamed in the background.

"I had a good time. But I see you've started drinking."

"It's four in the afternoon on a Saturday, and I've already shuttled to and from two kid birthday parties, and my wife's been on a business trip for the last week. The drinking started hours ago."

Fay held up her ramen bowl. "Cin-cin."

She slurped her soup, which earned her an outraged squeal all the way from Seattle.

"You're as gross as my children."

"I'm sitting on the floor eating ramen and scraps of chicken and onion that I've rended with my own hands, Renata. You don't know the half of it."

"And you still haven't made any progress with the unpacking, I see. You're usually right on top of projects."

Well, this conversation was not helping Fay maintain her buoyant mood. "Stop mom-ing me, Renata. I already have one, and she's enough. Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf, trying to be more relaxed about everything. Maybe I'm tired. Besides, you'll be happy to know that the reason I was happy was because I went out — and not to the office."

"Good! Where?"

"The Mount Morris Park house tour!"

"That sounds like planner work."

"It was fun! The houses are beautiful. I love looking at real estate, and I wanted to learn more about how Central Harlem has changed in the space of ten years —"

Renata made a warning noise.

"— And Renata, you yourself were telling me that I should look around for ideas for my apartment."

"I meant in magazines or on, like, Pinterest. God, did I just recommend Pinterest? Maybe I am mom-ing you. Not that there's anything wrong with moms."

"Well, this was a really great self-guided tour, and I got to see some beautiful things ... except there was a guy who got way too aggressive about asking me out. Like, following me around and talking to me for a while, especially when there was no one else around —" Renata opened her mouth to say something, and Fay cut her off quickly. "But that turned out okay, too."

"What, did you give him a right hook and send him backward off the porch? You did, didn't you? That's why you look happy. Is he dead? I knew this day would come, I have just the person to represent you. Let me get —"

From seemingly out of nowhere Renata hauled up her briefcase and set it next to her wineglass.

"No. No. No one's dead — or hurt."

"There's a story here."

"Not much."

Renata lowered the briefcase out of sight again. Fay didn't know why she was suddenly reluctant to share. Nothing had really happened, after all. "Oliver Huang showed up. I pretended he was my boyfriend and the dude backed off."

"Oliver Huang?"

She cleared her throat. "Yep."

"The one with the cheekbones." Her friend was now peering hard at the phone, trying to read Fay's face. Luckily the light was bad enough in her apartment that Renata probably couldn't see Fay's blush.

(Continues…)


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Playing House 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
The-Broke-Book-Bank 7 hours ago
IMHO: PLAYING HOUSE Playing House starts with fake dating between acquaintances that run in the same circles for years when happenstance ensures they get closer than ever before. I love the sparse history between the two that turns out to mean more than anyone could’ve guessed. It’s a short novel, packed with plenty to love and enjoy, with my only caveat being could’ve been longer! I would’ve been quite tickled with more fake dating time, more of the real deal, or any stage in between really. Don’t get me wrong though. The characters are well done, the plot worked through, and it sticks the landing so it’s not like there’s anything missing necessarily. I just would’ve liked more time there, is all. So obviously, I can’t wait to get the next installment in this series. I’m particularly interested in Oliver’s little brother’s story, and as well as Fay’s business partners. THE RUNDOWN: › Cute, short, & sweet. › Quick & easy read › Left me satisfied & wanting more › Knew nothing about urban planning going in. Enjoyed their mutual geeking out and community concern › Love their touch flirting and comfort & calm between them. › The enthusiastic consent. › The hot & realistic sex scene with a bed on the floor. › Yesssss my lost struggling millennial cohorts. › Real talk about feelings re: traditional jobs and freelancing for Oliver and Fay’s upstart business with friends. › Fay’s apartment unpacking stalemate and her BFF chats. › Oliver crashing with his gay younger brother › Already itching for more of this series! ›Haven’t read any of Lang’s work before and will be soon!
MKF 5 days ago
Know up front that this is a novella and that things are going to move fast to get Fay and Oliver from friends to lovers by the end. They are both city planners with a penchant for visiting open houses. They're also both dealing with personal problems- Fay is coming to terms with her divorce and Oliver with the fact that he's out on his own since his firm collapsed. He's living at home again waiting to hear if he's gotten the job at ...Fay's firm. They start out pretending to be a couple so that Fay can avoid an obnoxious man but then they find themselves truly enjoying each other. Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC. This totally merited a longer treatment but as a novella, it's a quick read to get your mind into happy mode.
kozbisa 5 days ago
Rating: 3.5 Stars Fay and Oliver had been running in the same circles for over a decade, but his buried feelings for her emerge, when she unexpectedly kisses him in an attempt to put off another suitor. Their afternoon together blossoms into more, but their insecurities may keep this relationship from taking root. I really enjoyed meeting Fay and Oliver, and thought the set up for this story was great. Two urban planners, living in NYC, who were both experiencing some sort of transition in their lives. The shared career gave them lots to talk about, and the fact that they had already known each other for so long, allowed the chance meeting to plausibly progress to more, quickly, without all that awkwardness associated with getting to know the basics about someone. I actually enjoyed taking the architectural tours of the city, and I thought the moments shared with Oliver's family were great. I appreciated the little bits about urban planning, that Lang peppered the story with, and I found both Oliver and Ruby to be interesting and fully formed characters. I think the only problem I had with this book, which kept my rating in the "good" zone, was that I needed more of their story. What was there was great, and I enjoyed seeing these two wade through their personal baggage and to each other, but I needed a little more. That said, I am happy with my first Ruby Lang experience, and would love to read a full-length by her. She created characters I was able to embrace, incorporated things that were new and interesting to me, and I would love to read more of her stories.
Bookswithjams 5 days ago
It should be clear that this is a novella, and given that, there are a couple of things to note - one, it is inherently very short and therefore a very quick read, I got through it in an afternoon. Two, because it is a novella, there is not time for very much character development. With that out of the way, I enjoyed this story very much. It takes off right from the get go, and we jump right in to watching Oliver and Fay reconnect. Also, the romance factor was just the right amount of steam for me, which is about the middle of the road. This novella is long enough to set up a storyline, it is the first in the Uptown series, and it was fun to go along with these two as they toured apartments and got into shenanigans along the way. A couple of times I was chuckling and smh’ing on how they were going to get out of the mess they found themselves in. I am really enjoying Oliver and Fay and am curious to see where they go next. Overall, this is a fun, light, and steamy read that I recommend! I will definitely be reading the next one when it comes out this fall! Thank you to @harlequinpublicityteam for the advanced copy to review. All opinions above are my own. This is available now, so go get a copy! Visit the author’s Instagram page (handle: @ruby.lang), and click on the link in her bio for details on how to purchase the book. Easy peasy!
Mimiphilly 5 days ago
This was an advanced copy from net galley - many thanks Oh, I knew I was going to love this as soon as I saw the cover and I did !!! A great, short read - perfect read for the beach, when travelling, on holiday - fabulous - LOVED it !!
LeighKramer 5 days ago
If you enjoy house tours, you’ve ever been curious about what urban planners do, or you like heroes who wear glasses, this is the novella for you! Fay and Oliver knew each other back in the day but when their paths cross on a house tour, Fay ropes Oliver into pretending he’s her boyfriend to fend off the advances from a creep. Soon, they’re visiting more apartments pretending to be a married couple, focusing more on the game and geeking out over their love for their jobs as urban planners than anything else. And they have good reason to want to hide from reality a bit. Fay is adjusting after divorce and figuring out how to balance work and life. Oliver has been freelancing after his job went under and wondering if he’s like his loser dad after all. As someone who is self-employed but didn’t plan on it becoming my full-time job, I intensely related to Oliver’s arc (minus the dad issues) and found it refreshing to see a character with the same concerns as anyone who has freelanced. For all Oliver and Fay have in common, there are major things they don’t discuss. Chief among them: Oliver applied for a job at Fay’s firm. He never asks for an update about the interview, assuming he won’t be asked and she doesn’t want to embarrass him. But she doesn’t ever ask him where he’s working, even though she knows his last company folded. I found this to be strange, while recognizing the way their paths crossed again left little room for the questions people normally ask when they run into someone they used to know. Of course, there’s an eventual reckoning and I really liked how this resolved. This is otherwise a low conflict story and I breezed through it. Oliver and Fay have great chemistry and I’m full of hope for their relationship. But it was their work as urban planners that was the real star of this story for me. They view apartment tours with such a different lens and I loved hearing the way they think about neighborhoods and what can make a community great. Plus, Oliver has a great moment with his mom finally understanding what it is that he does that made me smile. CW: divorce, parental abandonment, unemployment Disclosure: I received an advance copy from Carina Press in exchange for an honest review.
FCA 5 days ago
There was nothing particularly wrong with this novella. But there was nothing that stood out to me either. The premise & characters seem fresh in theory, but when actually reading the story I couldn’t connect with them or anything that happens. Maybe that’s on me, but everything felt too simple. Playing House read a little like someone was reciting a story they had told 500 times already—it was probably a great story the first 5 times, but it had lost all emotion and feeling and now it just sounded like words. That sounds too harsh, because again, there was nothing glaringly wrong with the story! I would definitely check out a full length novel by this author, but I think this novella was not for me. **Thank you to the publisher and NetGalley for providing an ecopy in exchange for an honest review.”
Maria-Rose 6 days ago
What a great story! Loved the career choices of Oliver and Fay and their brief spate of playing house and 'fake dating' while they figure out they want the real thing. Setting of Brooklyn makes for a cast of diverse characters that truly shows the multi-cultural background of the area. Makes me want to put ' visit open houses for fun' on my to-do list. Low angst, lots of laughs, some sexy scenes all make for a delightful romance novella! I'm looking forward to reading more in the series.