Page 62 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
Stop it, Miles. I’m confused enough.
“OK. Now let me up.”
He sighed dramatically, but he released me from his grip and I forced myself to get off the couch.
Upstairs, I went into the bathroom and took a few deep breaths, reminding myself to keep this time with him in perspective. No good would come of falling for a playboy like Miles Haas, especially so soon after breaking up with Dan. That had disaster written all over it. Yes, I’d promised to let myself make some mistakes in the future, but that could not be one of them. I plastered a smile on my face as I went down the stairs. “Ready.”
We walked down Woodward through a light drizzle and ended up at the Grand Trunk Pub, where I got tipsy on mojitos and tried not to think about going home tomorrow.
“So what will we do for my last night here?” I asked.
“I’m going to take you out.”
“Out where?”
“To one of my favorite places in the city. It’s old school Detroit, a classic.”
I clapped my hands. “The dress-up date?”
He nodded and took out his phone. “I should probably make a reservation, although on a Tuesday night, it won’t be that crowded.”
“Go ahead,” I told him. “I’m going to use the bathroom before we leave. And let me buy the drinks this time. You’ve been treating me long enough.”
“I enjoy it.”
“My turn,” I said firmly, pulling a twenty from my wallet. “Tell her to use this please.” I walked away before he could argue.
In the bathroom, I fussed with my hair in the mirror and wondered what I should do with it tonight. The dress I’d packed was strapless, and sometimes I wore my hair up when my shoulders were bare. Maybe I’ll ask Miles what he prefers. I got a little flutter in my belly thinking about getting ready for a night out with him—almost like we were back in school and he’d asked me to the Prom or something. Or like we were a married couple going on a date night.
Stop it. The more you fantasize about this stuff, the more disappointed you’re going to be when the magic wears off and you’re just friends again.
But the flutter stuck with me as I walked back through the bar, and intensified when I saw him stand up and wait for me. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
Then he handed me my twenty. “Here. Save your money. You need it for your loans.”
“Miles!” I slapped his arm. “You were supposed to use it for the drinks.”
“Well, I didn’t.” He tucked it into the back pocket of my jean shorts, taking the opportunity to feel my butt.
I giggled, pushing his hand away. “You’re terrible. There are people in here who don’t want to see you grabbing my ass.”
“Only because they are jealous.” He took my hand as we walked to the door. “Oh fuck, look at that rain.”
While we’d been inside, it had started pouring again. I looked up the street. “How far are we?”
He shrugged. “About a ten minute walk. And you’ve got your camera. Want me to call a car?”
“Nah. It’s in the case, and I like rain. Let’s just run.”
Suddenly his face lit up. “Remember the time we camped out in the orchard with your sisters and it started to rain?”
“Yes, and they were such babies about it and went inside and we stayed out there until my mom realized it was thundering and made us come in too?”
He nodded. “You were furious that your mom made me stay on the couch because you wanted me to sleep in your room.”
I laughed. “Yes! I totally remember that. We were what, like ten and eleven at the time? I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let you.”
He leaned close. “But you know now.”
