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Days.

Really, it’s more than that. I’ve learned that Preston has paid attention all these years. Enough to know things about me I’ve never bothered to know about him.

Like, what’s his favorite color?

What’s his favorite food?

Well, actually, I think it’s dry-rub wings, but only the flats. I need to test that out.

Or his morning coffee. He drinks it with more creamer than I do.

I smile as I take another bite of my salad.

He likes jalapeño cheddar bagels, and sadly, now I do, too.

I know it’s not the right thing to do, but I’ve been putting in the bare minimum with him, because in forty-eight hours I’ve learned that the real Preston, the one I’ve refused to get to know, is one I could fall for.

Living with Preston has been … fun.

Damn it. It’s been really fun.

He’s not that bad.

But I can’t tell him that. No way. He’ll think he won.

Won at whatever this is between us.

Preston

How’s work?

His text lights up my phone. I grab it and take a bite way too big for my mouth.

Grace

You don’t need to check up on me, dear.

I smirk at my choice of endearment.

Preston

Yes, Sunny, I do. Did you eat lunch?

I snap a picture and send it to him.

Preston

Are you really just now eating?

Grace

I’ve been distracted.

Preston

Have you considered hiring an assistant?

Grace