Page 40 of Loving You

“Sadie, Brooke, and Natalie are who I consider the girls, if you wanted to know. If you don’t let me go anywhere without you, they will be suspicious.”

“Brooke and Natalie might, but Sadie will get it for obvious reasons,” I say as I stand.

“What does that mean?”

I take a couple of steps off the porch toward my house before I turn around.

“Because, even if she didn’t know this was fake, the Asher men love nothing more than to spend time with the ones they care about. That now includes you, Quinn.”

The smile she gives me is a soft one.

“We really should make more rules than what you just told me.”

I cross my arms and grin. “I told you mine. You tell me yours.”

She stands up and comes down the steps until she’s practically toe to toe with me.

“We hold hands, we always sit by each other, and you kiss me on the cheek or the forehead. No lips.”

“Cheeks and forehead?”

She nods. “It’s a gesture that shows how much you care without showing too much affection in public. Women love forehead kisses. It’ll work. Trust me.”

I nod. “Okay. Deal.”

Quinn reaches her hand out for me to shake.

I slip my hand in hers, and she says, “Deal.”

We have a plan, we have rules, and we seem to be getting along a lot easier than I expected.

Looks like we might be able to pull this off after all.

CHAPTER EIGHT

QUINN

Turns out fake dating is easy when you don’t go out in public.

Miles and I made a plan, but since that plan wasn’t set to start until the weekend, we basically kept a low profile around town. This might turn out to be a lot easier than I thought. We just work and go home. Separately. All of it separately, unless you count the couple of encounters when I’m sitting on the porch and he’s going home much later than the average person should be working.

There have been a few applicants for the shop position, but I haven’t interviewed them yet. I want Miles to be there, so I’m still working on a time when I can do them all in an hour of his day and be done with it.

He’s busy, and I’m here to make his life easier.

However, tonight is the summer kickoff festival, and it’s a big night for us.

I run my fingers through my hair and fluff it a little for volume. I curled it, which isn’t something I do often, because I have so much hair that it takes me at least a half hour. Which almost defeats the fluffing purpose, but I’ll take what I can get.Some girls would kill for hair like mine, but it’s so heavy that it’ll be flat in twenty minutes, and don’t even get me started on pulling it back. I have no doubt that girls with thick hair are stocked up on painkillers.

I grab my dark pink lip gloss and glide it on just as there is a knock at the back door.

I step out of the bathroom and wave Miles in.

“I just need another minute,” I tell him.

He nods, walking into the living room.

I finish my lips, spray myself with perfume, then slip on some strappy wedges.

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