“You’re actually coming back with me?”
“I told you I was.” Miller smiles with that same lopsided smile and I’m pretty sure I melt into a pile of goo against my fabric seats.
Bending at the waist, he reaches in and grabs ahold of my seatbelt, buckling it for me.
“Text it to me,” he commands, knocking on the top of my car twice before stepping away.
“I don’t have your number.”
“Yes, you do. I texted it to you before we got out.”
Backing away, he watches me the entire time until he makes it back to his truck. Shutting my car door, I grab my phone and look at it, seeing that he did, in fact, send me a message.
Hi
Typing my address quickly, I press send, then toss the phone onto the seat next to me, like it will physically hurt me if I don’t get it out of my hand.
Blowing out a shaky breath, I turn the key, letting the engine roar to life.
It’s going to be a long way home knowing the lumber snack is following me.
I wonder what Potato will think.
Chapter Fifteen
The keys rattle in my hand as I try to fit the big gold one into the lock, my palm so slick with sweat there’s a hundred percent possibility I’ll drop them before figuring out how to open the door.
Standing behind me, Miller crowds my space, his fingertips ghosting down my spine, as he waits patiently. He’s making it even harder to think than it already is.
When I finally wrestle with the door, I push it so forcefully I trip through the threshold and stumble inside.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” On the outside I’m cool as a cucumber, but deep down the nerves have me feeling nauseous.
Miller lets out a low whistle as he walks in, shutting the door behind him as he looks around. “Very homey. It’s nice. Not exactly what I envisioned for you, though.”
“What exactly did you envision?”
“Something a little quirkier. Bright colors, strange knickknacks.”
“Well, sorry that my neutral color palette isn’t what you had in mind. I do love some pops of color though.” I gesture to the couch, where my bright green throw blanket rests over the top of it, and my red Christmas pillows adorn the cushions. “See?”
“Very merry.” A smile plays on his lips.
Tossing my keys down on my entryway table, I shrug out of my jacket, and lay it on the back of the dining chair.
My apartment is small and modest. An open floor plan, except for the bedroom and bathroom. Perfect for just me.
Well, me and Potato.
Speaking of…
“Potato,” I call out. “Pstpstpst.”
Miller laughs boisterously, and I frown in confusion. “What?”
“What was that noise?”
“What noise?”
