Page 39 of Prove Me Wrong
“Come in then.” I move aside to let her through.
Closing the door, I lead her into the living room, and Jade giggles when she recognises Mia’s face, holding up her arms. “Ia.”
Mia reaches down and picks her up, pulling my daughter onto her waist. “Hi, little lady. I hope you like babycinos.”
“Who doesn’t like froth?” I comment, and see her cheeks darken. My mouth gapes open. “You don’t like milk froth?”
Biting back a smile, Mia shakes her head.
“Wow…” I breathe out with widened eyes.
She snorts a laugh, and it’s one of the best sounds I’ve heard in my life, second to Jade’s giggles, of course. “I prefer my coffee cold. It just tastes better in my opinion.”
My head shakes as Mia sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, making my manhood twitch. She sits on the couch, placing Jade on her lap to snuggle.
Turning on the TV, I sit down on the other end of the couch and raise the volume. “What other things should I know about you? Honestly, I should have asked before I hired you as Jade’s babysitter. They could be deal breakers.” I smirk at the last part. She definitely heard me.
Silver eyes slide to mine, and I can’t help the grin that consumes my entire face. “What do you want to know, thirty-four?”
My tongue pokes the side of my mouth before I dive right in. “Favourite music?”
She answers instantly. “Classic rock.”
My eyebrows lift in surprise. “Didn’t expect that, but definitely have to agree.”
“It’s unbeatable,” Mia adds with a small smile.
“Colour?”
“Green,” she murmurs.
“Same,” I say and nod my head towards my daughter. “I didn’t have one before Jade was born, but I say that green is now.”
Mia’s smile grows as she looks down at Jade, who has chocolate powder and froth stuck to her top lip. “Also, her eyes,” she whispers before looking up into mine. “And yours.”
Air gets stuck in my throat as I realise Mia’s flirting with me for the first time. I knew she liked my eyes. If she likes them half as much as I adore her grey eyes, then I’ll be a lucky man.
“Food?” I continue, ignoring the tingling in my fingertips, trying to gain my attention.
She’s silent for a moment, thinking, until she answers, “Burgers. Specifically beef with pickles.”
“Really? Pickles?”
Mia just sniffs a laugh. “I love pickles. Sinnett and I can’t eat burgers without them. The saltiness makes the burger.”
Laughing at my horrified face, I shake it, ridding the thought of her liking pickles.How gross.
“What’s yours then? Since you findmyfavourite food repulsive,” she quips. I like seeing her this relaxed around me.
“Lemon squares.”
Grey eyes widen as I chuckle. “Lemon squares?”
“Specifically your gran’s,” I add, and her smile pulls wider. “She does make good ones.”
I’m off the couch a second later and race into the kitchen to snatch the container off my bench. I drop it on the coffee table beside our drinks and rip off the lid to show her my stash. Mia leans forward and softly gasps. “They’re all for you?”
Nodding, I slide back on the couch, half a foot closer to her. “I may have a slight obsession.”
