“Are these your favorite? I noticed you had them last week, too.”
He nods.
“You could just bake your own.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Why not?”
He sighs and then leans on the counter. “Grabbing brownies or another treat from B’s was a thing my mom and I used to do together. Anytime I accomplished something I’d been wanting; I got a treat.”
“And today, you accomplished getting a puppy.”
“I did.”
I hold the brownie out for him, and he splits it in two.
As he takes a bite, I ask, “And what did you accomplish last week?”
He finishes chewing, swallows, and grabs his beer, heading for the door.
I don't think he’s going to answer me, but he stops and looks over his shoulder.
“Those were because I finally found a reason to get to know the mysterious Quinn Banks. The cookies in the cupboard to your left are because I finally kissed you.”
And then he walks right out the door, leaving me stunned.
He glances back once with a smile.
Then he winks.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
I fell for my fake boyfriend.
As soon as everyone left,I tried to clean the kitchen as quickly as I could. Sadie and I drank another bottle between just the two of us, and that alone wasn’t smart.
Alcohol mixed with whatever I’m feeling for Miles isn’t a good pairing. Well, they’re actually a fantastic pair and could be a lot of fun, but I’m trying to be an adult here.
I should be focusing on where I’m headed next on an airplane or at least sending emails so I can start planning. Not letting thoughts of Miles crowd my brain at all times of the day.
Seriously.
How does one even function when they acquire feelings for someone? How long does the fascination last?
“Oh, you already cleaned,” Miles says from the doorway to the kitchen.
I’m just closing the dishwasher.
“I still need to wipe the counters down, but yep, almost done.”
“I’ll finish. I really didn’t think you were going to do all of this. I wouldn’t have walked my dad back if I knew you were here cleaning alone.”
“It’s fine. Really.”
I reach for the cleaning supplies at the same time as Miles.