Page 43 of Fighting Fate

Milli

You sure? Need anything?

I let the water cascade over me, wondering if I am being too nosy or if he'll even reply.

Miles

Well, if you're offering to drive your sweet ass to Timberdale Junction for a massage and some Jack Reacher, then yeah.

His text brings a reluctant smile to my face, but also a flutter of something else when he mentions my "sweet ass."

Quickly, I type back.

Milli

Big fan of those crime-solving adventures, huh, Sunshine?

But sorry, can't do that favor for you.

Miles

Don't hate on my shows. You watch them too.

Why not? I'm your best friend, Mills. Shouldn't I be at the top of your favorite list?

His response makes me laugh. He knows I can't resist a good crime-solving show, even if it is just an excuse to spend time with him.

Milli

Right now, I'm busy doing a favor for myself.

Miles

Now I'm intrigued. What's Milli Sutton's idea of self-care?

I grin, my thoughts drifting to my pink vibrator waiting in the drawer.

If only he knew.

But before I can respond, another message pops up.

Miles

Let me guess.

This should be interesting. Miles usually has a knack for guessing my habits.

Miles

A relaxing shower, a bowl of strawberry ice cream (because of your hair, obviously), and a good romance novel?

I laugh out loud. He is close, but not quite. The accuracy of his guess is endearing, though. It reminds me just how well he knows me, down to my favorite ice cream and reading habits.

Miles

Or is it romance novels of the steamy variety these days? ;)

A giggle escapes me, nearly causing me to drop my phone in the shower.

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