Page 13 of Love to Prove You Wrong

“I do have a butler who brings me breakfast in bed every morning.”

My eyes grew wide with surprise. “You do?”

“Of course not, I’m just playing with you. You sure are gullible.”

I wanted to scold him, but there were those dimples again. So instead of telling him off, I filled the coffee maker with fresh tap water and started brewing a new pot.

“Enough talking about my privileged life,” Justin said. “You told me you only had one hour. Let’s make it count.”

“Uh-huh.”

I couldn’t manage to string a sentence together anymore. I was suddenly all too aware of the fact that I had a famous movie star sitting at my kitchen counter. And not just any movie star. No. Justin Miller. The guy I had hated for years, yet had this magic ability to confuse me. He put thoughts in my head I didn’t want to have. Thoughts of him touching me. Of him—

“Addy?”

I blinked. “Yes?”

“You didn’t hear a word I was saying, did you?”

“I’m sorry, I was thinking about… something else.”

I grabbed two clean mugs from the cupboard and filled them both with coffee. Then I got a Tupperware container out of the cupboard, put a couple of homemade cookies on a plate and shoved it in Justin’s direction.

“There. Now we can talk properly.”

Justin picked up a cookie. “We need to decide on a theme first. And what movie we want to show.”

“Milly sent me a list of approved movies. Let me grab it.”

Justin chuckled. “Approved movies? Approved by whom?”

I scrolled through my phone until I got to Milly’s email. I opened the document she had attached and showed it to Justin.

“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure no movie of yours will be on that list.”

“And there she goes again,” Justin said while going through the movies on the list.

“Don’t take it personally,” I said. “If your movies are as inappropriate asIn Dire Need, then they will be way too, you know, for this town.”

Justin put my phone down and folded his hands. “Idon’tknow. Please enlighten me.”

“I can’t. I haven’t seen any of your movies, but there’s this scene I remember fromIn Dire Need… In the back of that bakery… You know the one.”

He put his hand on his chin, pretending to think hard and deep. “What scene might that be? I seem to have forgotten.”

My face turned beetroot. He was doing this on purpose so I would be forced to spell it out to him.

“Where the characters, you know. Do it,” I whispered.

Justin’s mouth twitched into a smile. Then he broke out into laughter, making his chair wobble from the sheer force of it.

“Why are you even whispering? Who do you think will hear us?” he asked, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Oh, stop it, Justin. You can be such a baby sometimes.”

Maybe I should not-so-accidentally spill my coffee on his shirt as payback.

He turned my phone toward him so he could look at the screen better. “To be honest, this list sucks. There’s nothing decent on here worth watching. All the movies are from before either of us were born. Can’t we make some suggestions for more modern movies?”

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