Page 59 of Love in Fine Print

She nodded.

“Well, she was my Gran’s best friend. In her will, Gran asked if I would look after her. She doesn’t have any friends and her kids never come to see her. I’m worried if?—”

“Okay,” she cut me off.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll move in with you.”

I searched her eyes to see if she was upset, or if she was just agreeing because she was trying to make me happy, but I didn’t see any of that. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” she assured me, as sincerity shone through her light brown eyes. “I wouldn’t even have suggested my condo if I’d known the situation. You need to be close to Miss B.”

Fuck. Every time I thought Olivia Bradshaw could not get any more perfect, she did something that was like, “Hold my beer.”

An alarm sounded on her phone. “Let’s go. Milo’s waiting for us.”

“Milo?” I asked as we walked toward the store.

“My cousin. Well, he’s not really my cousin. He’s Uncle Mort’s son. He’s a few years older than me, but we grew up together, and he’s the closest thing I have to an actual cousin.”She paused at the glass door and looked up at me. “Remember, we’re madly in love and can’t wait to get married,” she reminded me unnecessarily.

Pretending to be in love with Olivia Bradshaw was not a hardship.

She pushed the door open and when we walked inside, we were greeted by a man who appeared to be in his early forties. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and had a salt-and-pepper beard. He was a good-looking guy. His face lit up when he saw Olivia, and a strange feeling came over me. It was the same one I’d experienced at the park when Trevor had helped Olivia.

It was jealousy. Or maybe possessiveness. Or worse…both.

I’d never experienced either emotion, and the fact that Olivia Bradshaw inspired them in me did not bode well for my sanity over the next year.

“Hey, Milo! How’s Rosie?”

There was a Rosie. I liked Rosie.

At the mention of Rosie, Milo smiled from ear to ear. “Good! Tired, but good.”

“I bet. How old are the twins now? One?”

Twins. Even better.

Milo’s face lit up even brighter at the mention of twins. “Almost two.”

“I bet they keep you guys busy.”

“They do, but we love it.” Milo’s eyes cut to me for the first time. “You must be Ben.”

I took a step toward him and extended my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Sorry, yes, this is Ben, Ben this is Milo,” Olivia made introductions as her phone vibrated loudly. She reached into her purse and pulled it out. As soon as she looked down at the screen, her mask was back on. A hardness to her expression thathadn’t been there a moment earlier when she’d been speaking to Milo.

“I have to take this,” she said before heading back out of the shop.

“I feel like I should tell you if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you, but honestly I have a feeling she could do more damage than I ever could.”

I smiled, knowing that he was referring to her ball-breaker reputation. But that wasn’t the part of her that scared me. If that was all she was, I wouldn’t be afraid at all. It was the tiny moments that she’d let her guard down in front of me that had me scared shitless.

Seeing her vulnerability, or more to the point, the way her vulnerability made me feel, had me sweating bullets about our arrangement.

“So, Dad mentioned you played football,” Milo said, making small talk.

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