Page 14 of You Wish
“Even if I piss them off, they can’t bail.”
She looked at him with disdain. “Anything else?”
“It has to be you.”
She dropped his hand as if it were made of hot lava. “Absolutely not. There is no way in hell I am spending Christmas with you.”
“Don’t worry, our agreement ends on the twenty-third, so you’ll have plenty of time to spend it with your family.” The second the words came out of his mouth he realized what he’d said. She didn’t have family. They were all gone. She was alone. “I just meant?—”
She took a big step back—physically and emotionally. “This is a bad idea.”
“You wouldn’t let a little boy miss out on meeting his real-life hero.”
“How in the world do you always turn it around to be about you?”
“Do you want to talk about that night?” he asked abruptly, not sure what he was hoping she’d say.
“Nope.”
“Good,” he said, but his chest pinched with surprising disappointment. “I’ll have my grandma put fresh sheets on the bed.”
“I’ll rent a room in town.”
“I don’t think you and Pine Village share the same definition of ‘a room for rent,’”
“I’ll manage.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” he said. “What time is it? Can I see your phone?”
She stuck up her phone, and he snatched it, held it up to her face and unlocked it. She tried to grab it back, but he was taller. He swiped through her phone, every which way. She reached for it again and again; he held it over her head.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you my contact info.”
“I have your contact info.”
“You have the number I give to people I don’t want to talk to. This is my personal info.”
“This isn’t personal.” She reached for it again. He was faster.
He lifted a brow. “I’m half naked, seems pretty up close and personal to me.”
She folded her arms but tapped her foot to show her annoyance.
Finished, he handed it back. “I’m number one on your favorites list.”
She looked down at the screen and rolled her eyes. “Seriously, you put it under ‘Every Time’ Evans?”
He grinned. “I figured with our history first names aren’t needed.”
His phone pinged. She glanced at his screen.
“You sent yourself my info, didn’t you?”
“You have mine. Fair is fair.”
“I didn’t want you to have mine.”
