Page 16 of A Me and Him Thing
Doesn’t Ren sleep in on Saturday mornings?
No, of course not. He has kids. Josie and Jordyn never slept in either.
He probably only managed about two hours of sleep. We stayed at the pancake place way too late. Talking. Laughing.
It was amazing.
Now he’s calling. Even after meeting the real me. Flaws and all.
Huh. Maybe he wants to vanquish my inner monster.
Or maybe he wants to fix me.
Neither one will go well.
REN SHOWS UPon my doorstep five hours later on the dot. I throw open my door and scowl at the chipper man already jogging in place.
“Do you always open your door to strangers? You do realize that’s not safe,” he says, not even breathing hard.
“Are you an annoying morning person? If so, we can’t be friends,” I tell him.
“There’s the amazingly pleasant girl I met last night. I knew you were still in there somewhere.”
I flash him a fake grin. “You get me.”
“By the way, it’s afternoon.”
His smile is huge and charming. My heart skips a few beats of its own accord. His hair is windblown, not the perfectly styled look from last night, but I like it. He’s looking smart in slim-fitting running pants and a tight t-shirt that doesn’t hide a single bulging muscle.
I place my hands on my hips. “By the way, I’m not a girl, I’m a woman.”
“I’m well aware. Now get ready, let’s go. We need to run off those pancakes.” He claps his hands. “And molten chocolate lava cake.”
“All your fault, I might add.”
“The fork was in your hands. Just saying.” He waves a hand in the air like he’s dismissing what I said.
I’m not really sure what’s happening here. I only know that I like it, and I don’t want it to end. Ren makes me happy. “Come in before I slam the door on your smug face.” That’s me saying “I like you.”
He makes a show of holding his heart. “Love your sweet nothings, Bree. I’m addicted already.”
Huh. He likes me in return. Sarcasm and all. Go figure. “I’m prepared to share them often.”
“Counting on it.”
He slows to a walk, then picks up the pile of boxes on my doorstep. He hands them to me as he enters my townhome. “Your deliveries.”
I may or may not have a shopping problem. “Just supporting the economy.” I like nice things. I need to look professional at work.
“Doing a good job at it too.” Ren’s eyes wander my personal space. He smells of sweat and his divine cologne, an appealing combination of maleness. “Does anyone live here?”
I shrug. “I like the model home look.”
“You achieved it. It’s beautiful in here.”
Mandy is immediately at his side, rubbing herself against his legs and purring. The traitor.
She runs away from me. I’m convinced she senses I’m evil.
