He watches me for a minute.“So no crying?”
I snort.“No chance.”
“Good.Good,” he muses out loud.“Now, any recommendations?”
“Frozen?”
His lower lip curls.“You said you like action films.”
“Dude, she fights ice monsters and a crazy dude who wants to steal her title.”
“Seriously?”
My lips twitch.“I’m kidding.Although if you want to go down a comedy route, we could watch Annabelle.”
His eyes go round like saucers.“Isn’t that a horror movie about a freaky-looking doll?”
“Yep.One of my favourites.”
“Um, maybe something else,” he suggests, eyeing me like I might pull out a knife.
I roll my eyes.“There’s a film on Netflix I want to watch.Rebel Ridge.It’s meant to be good.”
“The corruption one in a small town?”I nod.“Rebel Ridge it is, then.”
As he gets comfy on the sofa, I can’t help but watch him.Nothing fazes him—aside from girls crying and freaky-looking dolls.It’s one of the things that drew me to him.So much confidence in a person is normally off-putting, but there’s something about his that is endearing.
I can do this.I can endure his company for a couple of hours.
Plus, he did chase off an intruder for us and stayed here to make sure we were okay.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Summer
Birds chirping outsidemy window pulls me from sleep, and for a short time, I focus on only them, letting it soothe me awake.The serene moment is broken by the echoes of an argument happening downstairs.I clench my eyes shut, wishing I had opted for some sort of soundproofing to be done.I’m not used to this much activity in the morning.
