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And then I took off running, ready to leave Miles and all my confusing feelings about him behind.
Chapter Nineteen
Almost like clockwork, on Monday afternoon, a text came in from Miles.
Rethinking this flooring. You have time to take a look?
I texted back a short,No, sorry.
No problem, he answered.Maybe tomorrow.
Probably not, I texted.Busy week.
He answered with a thumbs up emoji.
He texted again Tuesday anyway, wondering if now I had time to look at flooring. I told him I had a client dinner.
Wednesday morning, he asked me to weigh in on the bar construction. I declined.
Thursday I didn’t hear from him. It was both a relief and a letdown. But Friday afternoon he texted about getting my opinion on tabletops as I pulled in from work. Clearly, he’d been watching for my arrival, timing the text so I couldn’t make an excuse of not having time to look.
I didn’t answer, letting myself into my apartment. “Chloe?”
“Present,” she called from her bedroom.
“Let’s go out. You in?”
“Perfect timing,” she said, walking out. “Because I have something to celebrate.” Her eyes practically danced with excitement.
“Tell me.”
“The Kitchen Saint got her first sponsor!”
“What? Yay!” I squealed. “Tell me who. I want to know all about it.”
“I’ll tell you at dinner which should be somewhere excellent that I’ve already reviewed so I don’t have to work while I eat.”
