Page 21 of How to Deal
“Okay.” Tathan nods after reading it and turns to leave, he pauses to adjust his bag and stares at me. “Are you sure?”
No. “I’m sure.”
I watch him disappear down the hall. Actually, I watch his ass in those jeans until Paul clears his throat.
I snap my eyes to his. “What do you want?” I ask, forgetting who I’m talking to.
He laughs, the same laugh all his sons have. The kind that makes me smile, warm and toasty, “snowy winter day with hot chocolate in front of the fireplace” kind of warm and toasty. Not that I’ve ever seen snow. I live in Arizona and have my entire life.
“You know, Amalie.” He pauses, twisting around to walk back to his office. “I like you.”
“Yeah, people keep saying that to me today.” I face my computer and flick the monitor. “Must be my winning personality.”
Tathan doesn’t show back up the rest of the day; this makes me happy and sad. I have no idea what my plan was and why I need to hate him. My problem is I kinda like the guy.
