Page 24 of Loving You

“Here.” I open a drawer. “These are the invoices I’m behind on. You can use my spreadsheet; there is a folder on the desktop. It sounds like you’ll find it easily. You can use that to get started, or you can buy one of those fancy programs you just mentioned.”

She simply nods as she starts to go through the notebook that has my chicken scratch for billing on it. I’m possibly three, maybe four months behind.

I know. I know.

I wasn’t kidding when I said that I liked the hands-on side of this job better.

“I trust you to pick a good one.”

That statement gets her attention.

“Wow. Okay. I’ll get started on this right away, but I do think we need to set some ground rules. Especially for the dating part. We are about to spend a lot of time together, and we don’t want to mess this up.”

“I agree. We can go over it when we eat lunch. I need to get to work.”

“Okay.”

I turn to leave.

“Wait!” Quinn calls out.

“What are these?”

I glance over my shoulder to see she’s pointing to the sticky notes lined across the top of the desk with dates and names on them.

“That’s my schedule.”

Her eyes grow wide.

“Maybe you can organize that, too?”

“Oh, I will. This is?—”

I walk out the door before she can finish.

As I make my way to the vehicle that’s going to steal my attention for the next few hours, I can’t help but smile.

Who would have thought that hiring Quinn was going to be a good thing?

Not me.

Forget the Cherry part of this deal—if fake dating her gets my business caught up, I’m on board.

I better not fuck this up.

“Miles!”

I pop my head out from under the Chevy and find Quinn looking at me. Her arms are crossed over her tank top and sweater jacket thing. She looks annoyed, but I don’t focus too much on that because her bare legs have every ounce of my attention.

Why am I obsessed with her legs?

Am I a leg man and didn’t know it?

Maybe I should tell her that longer shorts are the dress code here.

“What?” I snap.

This might be the first time she’s interrupted me today, but seeing as how I’ve always worked alone, it annoys me that someone is interrupting me at all.

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