“Agreed.”
His expression changed slightly. He looked surprised and mildly impressed. “I thought it would be too childish for you.”
I scoffed. “If you’re playing the part of a doting boyfriend, why would you bring over a movie you think I’d hate?”
“I’d help you discover the power of a true classic. We could follow it up with The Terminator. I’m surprised you like Home Alone, though.”
“It’s my favorite Christmas movie.” I didn’t want to give him any more explanation than that, so I didn’t. “Do you have any rules?” I asked. “Beyond trying to ‘get some’ whenever you deem the moment appropriate?”
A boyish smile broke out across his face at that. “Look at you, using words like the youth of ten years ago.”
I held my hands up in a motion like I was about to strangle him, which only succeeded in making him laugh.
“I don’t have any rules. Anything else on your end?”
I pulled my leg underneath me as I sat on the loveseat, wondering exactly how to phrase my demand.
“No commenting on my family. You show up and you play the nice boyfriend, but you don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t act like with them. You’re not allowed to pass judgment.” I trailed off, breaking his gaze for a moment only to bring it back again.
He didn’t move, just sat in the chair, looking at me with a slightly furrowed brow. My request had clearly baffled him. “Is there anything I need to know about your family before we do this?”
My stomach tightened. It felt weird enough that my coworker, Miles, knew my sister’s name. He had met my mom. And Russ. It felt vulnerable and intrusive in a way I hadn’t been expecting. He now had the potential to discover way too much personal information about me, and it was disconcerting. But if he was going to be my pretend boyfriend this week, I had to set him straight.
“My dad passed away last year. Russ is my mom’s new husband.”
A shadow passed over his face, and when it looked like he would say something more, I cut him short.
“Deal?” I asked.
It took him a moment to respond. “How about this? I won’t pry or pass any judgment on your family. But if you bring them up or want to talk about them, then the rule’s off.”
I wanted to argue. That wasn’t a concrete deal, but it was probably the best I’d get out of him. Besides, I wasn’t worried about me bringing them up. I was a closed book. I’d probably just raised his curiosity about my family even more, which might have been a sore oversight on my end.
“Fine. So, do we shake on—"
“I just thought of one,” Miles interrupted, giving me a smile.
I cocked my head to one side. “What?”
“We have to use this time to try and get to know each other better.”
For a long moment, I was stunned into silence. “How? Through your necessary-touching clause?”
“No. Through talking.”
“I promise I know you exactly as much as I care to.”
For a second, his face fell slightly, and for the first time, I wondered if I’d crossed a line with that comment.
“I’m just saying,” he said, “we’ve had some friction between us this past year, and this might be a good opportunity to bury some of your hatchets.”
I folded my arms and leaned back into the loveseat. “My hatchets?”
He turned, pointing to his back. “Specifically the one or two you lodged deep in my back right here.”
I chucked a pillow at him, which only resulted in him catching it easily and both of us holding back smiles.
“What do you say, Olive Wilson? Should we try to be adults about this fake relationship?”
I hesitated before giving my answer. Talking meant connecting, and connecting meant coming to an understanding. I already gave permission for “appropriate touching,” but I was not going to get involved with Miles. Besides the fact that we were coworkers, we were complete opposites. This was just exciting to him, some type of weird adrenaline rush. Last time I made the mistake of getting involved with a fellow teacher, I ended up moving schools when we broke up because of how uncomfortable it became. Miles and I worked five feet away from each other.
“It’s probably best we don’t.”
“Why?”
I fingered the fringe on the decorative pillow on my lap. “This is a business deal. That’s it. I’m not going to be your kicks and giggles just because you're bored and it's out of season for skydiving or whatever you do in the summer.”
He bit his bottom lip, his mind calculating. “What are you so scared of?”
“There’s a big difference between being scared and being practical.”
“Please?” He cocked his head to the side. His sparkling brown eyes went the way of a puppy dog. “Everybody seems to love you at school. I want to see if I can figure out why.”
I scowled at him while he laughed. “You act like I want to know more about you.”
He held out his hands in mock retreat. “I’d never presume anything like that.”
I knew that the mature thing to do here would be to try to get to know him better and put the misunderstandings behind us. But for some reason, getting to know Miles Taylor seemed like it would be the beginning of an end for me. I just wasn’t sure what that end would be. But pulling a ceasefire at work did sound like a good idea. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little bit intrigued by what Miles was proposing.
“Fine.”
He got up from his spot on the couch and made his way over to me, holding out his hand. “So we have a deal, then?”
I stared at his hand before shaking it once, fast and firm. “I guess.”
He shook his head. “Now that’s the attitude I want from the woman I’m dating. I’ll let you get settled. We start at lunch. There’s a mirror in the bathroom if you need to practice your ‘I love Miles’ face.”
I scrunched my nose at him, but he continued as though he hadn’t noticed. “And I believe there’s a snowman competition at the lodge after lunch. Don’t let me down.”
He opened the door and passed through the threshold, calling out over his shoulder, “I’ll be sure to get you an ax so you can cut your own wood. Don’t want you getting any ideas about me.” He flashed me his roguish grin, and then he was gone.
TWELVE
“This is my house. I have to defend it."
Home Alone