“Why do you keep throwing out that word?”
“What word would that be?”
“Don’t be a smart ass. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“You used to love my smart ass personality. I thought I’d bring that back for you too.”
“I don’t need you to bring anything back for me, Caleb. In fact, I love feeling like I don’t know you. It makes it easier to hate you.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, sweetheart.”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?”
“Can’t I enjoy a casual conversation with my nanny?”
“I’m not your nanny. I’m your kids’ nanny.”
“What if I need you to tuck me in at night too?”
“That would make it hard, seeing as you’re never home.”
“Home?” He grinned again.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do you?”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“The flirting.”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“Caleb, I mean it. My boyfriend—”
“Is a fucking idiot for letting you come live with me.”
“I’m not living with you. Besides, he doesn’t control my life unlike some men I know. We actually have a healthy relationship. One that’s built on trust and respect.”
“Your make-believe boyfriend sounds like a pussy.”
My mouth dropped open. “He’s a nice guy!”
“I’m a nice guy.”
“I hardly define you as a nice guy.”
“Is that right?”
“You scared away every date I had in college.”
“That’s what nice guys do.”
“Okay, what about knocking up my roommate? Is that what nice guys do too?”
“Considering I came to your apartment that night to tell you how much I loved you—”