“Yes.”
“So you saw your dad for the first time in years, then came home and opened the apps?”
I did not like his implication. Never mind that I’d asked myself the very same thing. “I wasn’t in a fragile state of mind, Miller. Kamrnn checks a lot of boxes.”
“I’m afraid to see which ones.” He took the phone and began to make small growling noises in the back of his throat. “His name is Kamrnn. K-A-M-R-N-N? Where are the other letters to his name?”
“Not there. It’s very unique.”
“There is no way you can trust this guy, Hattie.”
“Why not?”
“He doesn’t even spell his own name right. You can’t trust a dude who doesn’t have adequate vowel usage.”
“I think it’s a hot name,” I said. “Very fresh.”
“Yeah, if you’re the lead singer in a boy band,” Miller countered.
“I happen to find boy bands very appealing. He could be the next Justin Timberlake.”
Miller’s frown deepened. “Timberlake doesn’t suffer from a vowel shortage.”
“He also probably never had a micromanaging matchmaker.” I tapped Kamrnn’s face with my nail. “Look how much potential this guy has. He’s CEO of his own company.”
“Translation: He’s self-employed at a one-man start-up that operates out of the car his dad loans him. He probably sells vanity plates for other people whose names are phonetic crimes.” Miller planted himself behind me, reading over my shoulder. When that wasn’t good enough, he slipped his hand around mine and brought the phone closer to his face.“Tell me one thing this guy has going for him.”
Miller’s abs pressed to my back, and his breath caressed my neck. “It, uh, it says he volunteers.”
“He takes out his mom’s trash.”
“Well, he exercises daily.”
“Walking to the vape store.”
“Miller!” I whirled out of his reach, desperate for some air that Miller wasn’t polluting with his overt sexiness. “Who was the one who said I needed to have an open mind?” Why was he being so absolutely awful about this guy?
“Yes, openminded aboutmyhelp and direction. I didn’t say you needed to be blind. I’ve sent you a list of qualities to avoid this time around, which you’ve obviously ignored.” Miller glared toward the phone as if Kamrnn could see his disdain. “This guy is a clear dud.”
“He looks like he has a poet’s soul.”
“He probably smells like patchouli.”
“Check out this photo.” I held up my phone again. “He has an adorable dog. Do you see the way that terrier is looking at him? The dog is clearly smitten.”
“Dogs have incredibly low standards.”
That was it. Not only was Miller insulting Kamrnn and my choosing abilities, but he’d just insulted a cute puppy. “I’m going to ask him to go with me to the wedding.”
“I’m advising you not to,” Miller warned in thatI own the company and boss people around all dayvoice. It absolutely grated. I was already teetering on the edge with the wedding this Friday night. In a matter of two days, I would see Ex-Fiancé Number Two. I needed a date for that wedding like Rosie needed books. Like Olivia needed her planner. Like Kamrnn needed one profile photo that wasn’t taken in a gym mirror.
So I jerked back my phone and swooped my finger across the screen.
Miller’s whole body stilled. “Did you just hitsend?”
“I did.”
“Remind me why I’m helping you with your dating venture?”
