Page 15 of Enemies to Lovers

“He’ll adjust to you quickly, I’m sure.” Miles pauses, his thumb trailing over the steering wheel cover. “You… you don’t fail at anything.”

I snort. Oh, how little he knows about me for someone who’s known me my whole life. He furrows his brow, but doesn’t say anything.

He pulls up to my condo, parking in the parking garage just by the steps that lead to my front door. I unbuckle and turn to face him. “So… are you serious?”

“Huh?”

“About… What did you say exactly…?” I pull my phone out and read it verbatim. “Getting a ‘bite to eat or something.’ Were you serious?”

He stretches his fingers out before gripping the wheel, his eyes not quite meeting mine. “Uh… yeah…?”

“Really?” I tilt my head, teasing him. “You don’t seem so sure.”

He clears his throat, swallowing hard and giving me a great view of that Adam’s apple bobbing. Why in the world is that so sexy? Or is it just thathemakes it sexy?

“I’m sure.” A nervous and adorable smile twitches the corners of his mouth. “I mean, if you want to.”

Suspicion niggles in the back of my mind, and I narrow my eyes. “Did Joy talk to you?”

He jolts in his seat. “What?”

“Joy.” She had to have snitched on me. “Did she tell you what I said last night?”

He runs his hand over the wheel, watching the movement closely. “Uh… maybe a little.”

“And you’re asking me out because… you pity me or something?”

“No!” He drops the wheel and shakes his head hard. “No, no… it’s not…” He lets out a giant sigh and finger-combs his hair, pulling at the ends. “I’m so damn bad at this.”

I don’t want to laugh at him, no matter how amusing and cute I think he is. I’m sure that would only make him feel worse. Instead, I poke him playfully just above the knee, bringing his attention to me.

“No, you’re not,” I tell him honestly. “When were you thinking?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Uh, tomorrow?”

“I have some shopping to do. You mind if we kill two birds with one stone?”

He lets out a shaky laugh, his shoulders relaxing. “I have some to do as well.”

“Perfect.” I put my hand on the door handle. “Seven-thirty work for you?”

“Yep.”

“Great. See you then.” I push the door open and get Brewster out the back. I lean in the open passenger door. “Thanks again.”

“Thank you.”

My brows furrow. “For…?”

Red crawls up his neck. “Making this a lot easier for me.”

My heart flees my body, and I swipe my wet hair out of my eyes to get a better look at him. “You’re welcome.”

The only girl in my house who hasn’t given me the cold shoulder is Hershey. Normally, I’d welcome the quiet, but those icy glares scream like banshees every time I pass one of my sisters.

I push my arms into my coat and give Hershey a pat on the head. “At least one of you still likes me.” My hand doesn’t shake, which is a good sign. I’ve had all day to tic myself to death, giving me a chance to trim the beard, so it doesn’t end up in patches by the end of the night.

Test anxiety is one thing; acting is a whole other. I don’t date a lot—or ever. School and work take over my entire schedule, so as I get into the car and drive to Val’s, I go through my day to make sure I’m not a damn tremor when I pull up.

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