Page 14 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
“I… never would’ve guessed.”
“Me either. I knew he quit his job five years ago to open Carry A Faerie, but he never told me what he did before. Apparently, he was a detective.”
Lyric let out a long whistle. “Wow. I did not see that coming.”
“Me either.”
“You’re worried. I can hear it in your voice. What the hell are you worried about?”
“He was a detective, Lyr. A fucking detective.”
“So?”
“And I’m an ex-con.”
“Again, so?”
“Lyric.” I sighed.
“You told me before that you told Miles about your past the first day you two worked together. He’s known this whole time, and he hasn’t treated you any differently. He clearly likes you—a lot. Trust me, it’s almost disgusting when I look at you two. It’s like you both have cartoon hearts in your eyes. He cares about you, Win. Your past, his past, it doesn’t matter. Right now, right here, he cares about you and wants to date you. You have nothing to worry about.”
I took a deep breath as I absorbed everything they were saying. They were right, of course. I knew they were. But there was still this little niggle of worry in the back of my head that didn’t want to go away.
“Win… you still like him, right?”
I barked out a strained laugh as I pulled into a parking spot outside the main office of Faerie Be Gone Pest Control. “Obviously. He’s the sweetest guy and sexy as hell and funny and just… everything.”
“Well, there you go. You like him, he likes you. Everything else is just noise.”
“Yeah, but… how does it look for a detective—”
“Ex-detective.”
“Whatever. For Miles to be dating an ex-con?”
“Winter, babes, you’re being so stupid right now.”
My eyebrows rose. “What?”
“You heard me. You’re being stupid. If Miles doesn’t care—which all evidence points to no, he doesn’t give two shits about it—then why the hell are you worrying?”
“I—”
“No. You have nothing to worry about. Miles likes you. End of story. Now stop being stupid and take advantage of the hot man in your bed—or you in his bed or whatever. You know what I mean.”
I couldn’t help but snort at them, but then I sighed, long and drawn-out. “I hear you.”
“Good.”
“I know you’re right.”
“I’m always right. Obviously.”
Shaking my head, I turned my car off. “Thanks, Lyr. That… that helped.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“I have to go. I just got to the office.” A thought occurred to me, and I couldn’t help but smirk. “I’m having dinner with Miles tonight, so I’ll call you before that. But I have to go.”
