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Livie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged. “Okay, enough of that. What’s your next question?”
“How about some easy ones? Favorite color, food, movie, drink? I already know you take your coffee with creamer and two sugars.”
“You remember that?”
“Yes. Naval intelligence, remember? I’m hyper observant and retain almost everything. I don’t have an eidetic memory, but it’s close.”
“I’m jealous. I’d love to remember everything. Medical school would be a breeze.”
“I can show you some tricks to help.”
“Really? I’d love that. Though I doubt we’ll have time this weekend.”
“We can do it after we get back home,” Theo said as he tapped more notes into his phone.
“Um. This is fake, right? We won’t be seeing each other in Virginia.”
“Let’s see how this weekend goes. I see you at the bar, and I can always give you some hints then, right?”
“True. All right. Let’s see, favorite color is purple. Favorite food, hmm I don’t really have one. Favorite drink would be a dirty martini or red wine. I rarely have either since I’m either working or studying, so maybe it’s really coffee. What else did you ask?”
“Your favorite movie?” He couldn’t wait to hear her answer. He’d bet it was a chic flick.
“It’s a tie betweenDeadpoolandIt’s a Wonderful Life. Before you say anything, yes, I know they are complete opposites, but I still love both of them.”
Theo laughed. Her choices were like her: sweet and snarky, funny and touching. The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know. As he got to know her, he realized it would be hard to walk away once they got back home.
CHAPTER FIVE
Livie
Traffic sucked, and Theo didn’t pull into Livie’s driveway until almost eleven. Theo grabbed their bags, and Livie mumbled, “Let the shit show being,”
“Whatever happens when we go inside, I’ve got your back, baby. I won’t let them treat you like crap. Not on my watch,” Theo said. Then he gave her one of his heart-stopping smiles.
“Thank you—for everything you’ve already done and are about to do. You’ll deserve a bronze star after this.”
He chuckled and shook his head, following her as she made her way to the front door. Squaring her shoulders, Livie turned the knob and walked in.
As they stepped inside, she heard the television from the other room. Her father loved his surround sound, and he played it loud. It was one of the few things her parents argued over.
“Mom, Dad, I’m home and I brought company,” Livie called as she closed the front door.
“You didn’t tell me you were bringing someone with you?—”
If Livie hadn’t been so stressed, she would have giggled at the comical look on her mom’s face as she came to greet them. Her jaw actually dropped, like one of the cartoon characters from her childhood.
“Yeah, well, surprise. I wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it with his work schedule. He got approval this morning, so it was a last-minute thing. Yay. Anyway, this is Theo Larson.” If they only knew how spur of the moment it was, her mother’s jaw wouldn’t be the only thing hitting the floor.
“Livie, glad you finally made it home. Well, well. Who’s this?” Her dad stopped short when he saw them in the entranceway. George Anderson asked as he stalked toward them.
“Hi Dad, this is Theo, my boyfriend.”
Theo held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Livie has told me so much about you.”
It took all her willpower to keep Livie from rolling her eyes. Theo was giving an Oscar-level performance.
“Really? That’s a surprise. She hasn’t mentioned you at all. But please come in. You must be tired. It’s late,” her mom said, as her gaze darted between Livie and Theo, before shaking his hand.
