“Obviously,” he mutters as he scans my tiny home.
I could be offended and refuse to go to dinner but I’m hungry, and I’ve got no food in my cupboards. Besides, I need to choose my battles with him. I also need to remember that I’m doing this for Cammy. This is her brainchild, and she’s my best friend. I’ll keep up with the charade for as long as she needs me or until I can’t perform my duties to the best of my abilities. Geesh, now I sound like I’ve just been sworn into the presidency. Heck, it’d probably be less frustrating being POTUS than dating Gabriel Parker.
“Well,” I say grabbing my parka. “Are you ready to go?”
“You’re wearing that coat again?”
“I am.” Jeez, can’t the guy let it go?
“Let’s leave it in the car again tonight.”
Gritting my teeth, I nod. Choose your battles, Lexie. Choose your battles.
