Page 38 of The Vacation Mix-Up
Riley shakes his head but doesn’t argue. “Fine. I’ll put the seat down.” Then he adds, “And the lid, if the poo particles concern you so much.”
I lift my brow, because that’s actually fair. “Good. I will too.”
We eat in silence for a moment, and when he doesn’t say anything else, I ask, “Do you have any rules or boundaries for me?”
“Yeah, stop hogging all the space. I have stuff too and nowhere to put it.”
I wince. “Sorry. I didn’t realize how much room in the closet I’d taken up until I found myvery-expensiveblouse thrown on my bed.” I smile the kind of smile you smile when you don’t want to smile.
“I didn’t throw it.”
“Looked like you did.”
“I assure you, I didn’t.”
Engaged in an eye-locked showdown, I slowly exhale. Maybe he’s telling the truth. “Do you need more closet space than you currently have?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t finished unpacking.”
“Well, when I get back from the city today, I’ll free up some room just in case.”
He smirks. “Thank you.”
I smirk back. “You’re welcome.”
Riley runs his hand over his beard, studying me.
“What?” I mumble, fearing I’ve smeared cream cheese on my face.
“You feeling better?”
“Huh?”
“You said you felt sick last night.”
“Oh. Yeah. I did.” I divert my gaze. “It came and went. I’m fine now.”
“Good. Because another one of my rules is no puking in the cabin.”
I laugh. “What?”
“No puke. If you need to, do it overboard or somewhere else.”
“I’m not puking overboard. That’s disgusting. It might land on someone below. And anyway, I have anti-nausea meds. I’m not going to puke.”
“Sweet. So are we all sorted then, cabin cop?”
“For now.” I down the last of my coffee, stand, and collect my bag. “If there’s anything else, I’ll let you know.”
He stands too, and murmurs, “I’m sure you will.”
I gift him a sarcastic smile.
“What are your plans for today, cooki—” He cuts himself short and grins at me.
I don’t grin back. “Sightseeing.”
“Me too.”
