“Yes, they make large webs. Another reason to kill?—”
“No. You can’t kill spiders. Any bugs. You have to catch them in a cup and put them outside.”
I glowered. “Did you just counter my house rule with one of your own?”
Hasn’t even unpacked and already he’s bossin’ me.
He gave me a look. A look that said not agreeing would be an act of war. “No killing spiders, Hiro.”
For someone dating a hitman, he sure seemed to have a problem with murder.
“Fine. I’ll pardon the spiders.” I compromised. More like collapsed under extreme bullying, but that was embarrassing,so compromise it was. “Rule two: If the smoke alarm goes off when I’m cooking, you accept that I’m doing my best.”
He shrugged. “Sure. I like cereal.”
Like hell he’d be living off cereal.
“Rule three: If you fall asleep watching a movie, I will continue watching it. No movie mercy here.”
Rett squinted. “Will you rewatch it with me the next day?”
“I feel like I’m negotiating with a tiny terrorist,” I bemoaned. Then, “Deal.”
“And rule five?” Rett asked.
“We listen, and we don’t judge. Unless you eat sardines. Then I’m judging.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Ew.”
I couldn’t help it. I kissed his crinkled face.Delicious.
“Rule six?—”
He interrupted. “How many house rules are there?”
“Rule six: New rules can be added at any given moment. You already agreed to them all by coming home with me.”
“This seems like a scam.”
“I can’t believe you’d accuse me of fraud before hearing the entire presentation.”
His eyes rolled. “Okay. Go on.”
“Rule seven: You can’t tell anyone what I do for a living. Ever.”
His face sobered, and he nodded. “Should I tell people you’re in real estate?”
“What people are you going to be talking to?” I demanded.
“Okay, I’ll just pretend I’m single.”
“The hell you will!” I roared. “Rule eight: I don’t share.Ever.”
“I don’t either,” he deadpanned.
“Fine. I’ll go buy a building or something so you can say I’m in real estate.”
“What kind of building?” he asked, interest gleaming in his stormy eyes.
