Page 51 of The Enemy Face Off

I suck in a breath.

Loudly.

So loudly Milo hears it.

He swivels on the couch and glances over at me. "Everything okay back there?"

"Yep. Fine."

"Okay." He saves his place in the book and puts it on the coffee table. "I was thinking about taking a shower. Unless you want to use the bathroom first?"

"Nope. You're fine. Just leave the toilet seat down and no towels on the floor, please and thank you."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, giving me a mock-salute as he heads toward the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

My eyes slide over to the queen-size bed.

Theonequeen size bed in the room.

Ugh, I've been putting off dealing with that all day.

I'm pretty sure the sofa he was sitting on is one of those pullout ones, so I guess he'll just take that. I should probably chill out because there's a good chance that in real life, these situations aren't as awkward as romance novels make them out to be. Maybe in real life, the guy offers to take the couch and that's the end of it. Matter resolved.

After Milo is done in the bathroom, I walk in to find it…immaculate. Like, you wouldn't even know someone had just been in here. There's not a drop of water in the sink, the mirror is fog free—did he actually wipe it down?—the toilet seat is in its correct position, and there are no towels or clothes in sight.

"Well done, Milo," I say to myself.

I take a nice long shower, letting my thoughts stray from Milo to the other thing that's been plaguing me all day—Evie's wedding.

It's officially been canceled. They can't even reschedule for tomorrow. The wedding lodge is in no state for a wedding.

She messaged about an hour ago.

I'm devastated for her and Fraser. This wedding was exactly what they—not their mothers—wanted. Yes, it was a little last minute and on a whim, but they found a way to make it work. The stars aligned and they secured a great venue, found anincredible wedding planner, and then nature had to come along and ruin everything.

I step out of the shower, dry off, then take a long hard look at my night clothes. Obviously, I wasn't expecting to get stranded with Milo nor have any other company, so I packed my favorite Hello Kitty pajama set.

"Just pretend it's a normal evening," I mumble to myself as I put on the long-sleeved top and matching pants, dreading the teasing I'm sure I'll cop from Milo the second he sees me.

I fix my hair in the mirror and put on some lip gloss, which is absolutely something I do every night when I'm alone at home and definitely not an attempt to make myself look better for my new and unexpected roommate.

I place my hand on the door handle, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.

This will be fine.

I'm ninety-nine percent sure Milo will have used the time I've been in the bathroom to get the pull-out sofa made up for himself.

I'll make a beeline straight for the bed.

If he happens to notice my pajamas, cue his jokes, to which I'll smile and say he got me, then dive under the covers.

We'll say goodnight.

Lights will go out.

And that will be that.

Everything will be nice and normal, despite the unusual circumstances.

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