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What Xander had with my sister is completely different from whatever this thing between Penny and me is. I’m not in love. I’m not looking for forever either. But for somereason, I can’t bring myself to say any of that out loud, especially not with Penny sitting right there.
“Don’t worry, bro. I’m just offering her a place to stay,” I say instead.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Xander mutters with a shake of his head as he heads for the door.
The second he’s gone, I look at Penny.
And she’s already staring at me.
Fuck.
The sudden need to cross the room and kiss her until we both forget where we are hit me like a punch to the gut.
Shit.
I’m so screwed.
Chapter 16
Penny
My bedroom looks like a clothing bomb exploded in it.
Sweaters, work pants, boots, coats—everything is spread across the bed while I stand in the middle of the mess with my hands on my hips, trying to decide what exactly someone packs when they’re temporarily moving into their hot coworker’shouse.
Not that Miles is just my hot coworker. Or that this arrangement means anything beyond convenience.
My phone vibrates against the comforter, Mami’s picture lighting up the screen.
“Hola, Ma,” I say as soon as I answer.
“Penny Bean, are you ready?”
I sigh, staring at the open suitcase sitting on my bed. “Not quite. I’m still deciding what to pack.”
Her laugh fills my room. “Ay, Penny Marie. You’re just going two hours away, not moving to another country. Just throw in some pants, skirts, jeans, and shirts, and call it a day.”
Easy for her to say. She’s not about to spend the next few weeks sharing a house with Miles MacAllister and his sinful hands.
Besides, I love having options—I dress depending on my mood.
“Do you want me to come over and help?” she offers.
“No, thanks. You’ll just pack whatever you see first.”
“That’s because you overthink everything.”
She’s not wrong.
“Maybe you need options because you want to impress a certain someone,” she adds.
“Ma,” I groan. “Stop, please. There’s nothing going on between Miles and me besides friendship and work.”
“Mhmm. And I was born yesterday.”
I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me.
“Anyway,” she says, “did you make the cookies already?”
