Page 21 of Loving You

“I don’t have a spare, so don’t lose this.”

“Got it.”

Finally, he steps inside, and there is no hiding the shock on my face.

The space is bright thanks to white walls, trim, and open windows. The living room, dining room, and kitchen are all one big room. The bedroom is straight back to the right, and the bathroom next to it. The entire apartment is fully furnished with soft blues and yellows, and even though it’s small, it’s absolutely perfect.

Miles moves to the other side of the living room and pulls back a curtain.

I almost gasp at the sliding door to a deck just big enough for the table, two chairs, and a porch swing that matches the one at his house. There isn’t a railing, but there are exactly three steps that lead down to the grass. Directly across from the deck is Mile’s front porch. And behind his house is Lovers Lake with a backdrop of the mountain.

“Wow,” I say. I already knew I loved his house, but now I’ll see it every morning when I wake up, along with the view behind it.

He grips the back of his neck. “We built it like this so my dad could easily walk to my place without going around the entire shop. Not in a creepy way for me to watch whoever lives here.”

“It’s beautiful, Miles. Thank you.”

He nods and starts to leave.

“Wait, did we establish that I’m working for you, too? Or rent? What do you need me to sign?”

He lets out another breath, and I’m starting to catch on to the fact that he does this as he thinks over his next words.

“This is Lovers, Quinn. I said I’m going to rent to you for the next eight weeks, and I’ll keep my word. We don’t need a contract. Rent is free because you’ll be working for me. Do you even know how to do anything in an office?”

“I do. Do you want me to send you a resumé?” I swing my bag around and begin to open it to pull out my computer. “I just need to hook my laptop up to your printer. Can it go wireless?”

His left brow peaks as he stares at me.

“Do you have a printer?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Okay, can I?—”

“The job starts tomorrow at seven. Do not be late.”

“Thank you!”

I move to hug him, my arms up and slowly opening, but he sidesteps so quickly that I stumble.

He grabs my arm to steady me.

“You’re welcome,” he says quickly and walks right out the door.

Miles Asher. Not a hugger. Got it.

But he is my new bossandmy new boyfriend.

The smile on my lips starts to fade as that statement settles in my mind and relief floods my body.

But of course, then reality sets in.

Oh, crap.

I’m going to need some luck.

A lot of it.

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