Page 102 of Catching Feelings

I only had three, and they were erased before I even met Miles, but I didn’t need to tell him that.

“Hello? Earth to Rowan. Why didn’t you tell me you were replacing the couch?”

“It’s a nice surprise, isn’t it?” I head back to my bedroom and change out of my scrubs and into baggy sweatpants and the Revs sweatshirt I accidentally stole from Miles two weeks ago. It doesn’t have his name on it, but it has his team.

I twirl my hair into a bun as I come back out into the living area. “Want me to heat up some dinner?”

“Isn’t that your job? Of course I do. I can’t get up and down a thousand times during the day.”

It’s not like my sister eats more than once a day, but I keep that comment to myself. “Do you need the ice wrap?”

“And my meds. And water. Not too much ice.”

No please. No thank you. She treats me like a nursemaid instead of her sister.

I’ve just finished wrapping the ice around her knee when there’s a knock on the door. No one stops by anymore. Riley and Kendall come by sporadically now that they have kids, and it’s easier for me to go to them. There’s only one other person it could be.

I look down at my outfit and, as tempted as I am to run back to my room to change, I don’t. “Hi,” I greet Miles with a smile.

His eyes rake down my body, and by the grin on his face, you’d think I was wearing sexy lingerie.

“I like you like this.” His gaze meets mine.

“Looking homeless?” I tease.

“Homey. Comfortable. In my sweatshirt.”

“Thank you for the couch. You didn’t have to do that.” I step back and let him inside.

“Oh my God,” Natalie screeches behind me. “I knew Rowan didn’t have this kind of taste or money. You got the couch for me after I complained about being cramped on it all day. You’re so sweet to me, Miles.”

I don’t turn around, and I close my eyes so Miles doesn’t see me roll them. I may not be the most confident woman in the world, but I’m not the least bit jealous of my sister. Even if she weighs thirty pounds less than me and has fewer wrinkles. Make that zero wrinkles, thanks to her Botox injections.

“I pictured you trying to sleep on that loveseat for the past week and knew you needed something bigger. And softer. Something familiar.”

Damn. His voice is soft and deep and goes straight to my core.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep your old couch, so I had them deliver it to my apartment.”

“Miles, you didn’t need to do that. It was an old thrift store find, not worth much of anything.”

“We can figure out what to do with it later.” He shrugs out of his coat and drapes it over the edge of the couch by Natalie’s feet, still ignoring her. “Now, somebody promised me leftovers tonight.” He rubs his hands together and kisses my temple. “Have a seat while I warm up dinner.”

Like last night, we sit at the tiny table while Natalie drones on and on about being so bored. Miles appeases her by answering her questions but keeps his eyes and attention on me. When we finish eating, he clears our plates, does the dishes, and kisses me on my forehead.

“Thank you for the lasagna. I have team dinner tomorrow night, then we fly out to Colorado. When I come back, it’s my turn to treat you to a meal.”

He gives me one more kiss, this time on my cheek, and leaves without even saying goodbye to Natalie. I hide my smile as my heart drums in my chest.

After a few rounds of cards, I help Natalie get ready for bed, then bring a pile of blankets to the couch Miles bought for me.

Picking up my phone, I look up therapists in the area. When I find one with a lot of great reviews who is accepting new patients, I send the office a message. If I want a chance with Miles, I need to go all in. It’s what he deserves.

And so do I.

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