Page 27 of The Roommate Problem
“I doubt it.”
She scowled up at him. “Are you always such a pessimist?”
“Are you always such an optimist?”
“Yes.” She lifted her chin, giving him her haughtiest smile. “It’s one of my most charming qualities.”
August stared hard for a minute before he bent over and burst out laughing. She had no idea what was so funny, but she had to say, she didn’t mind the laughter. Even if it was at her expense, August had a great laugh. Deep and sexy. It rolled around her, creating havoc in her belly and setting all her special parts a tingling.
Make a note: get this man to laugh as much as possible.
If she couldn’t have sex with him—and she couldn’t, right? No, she couldn’t—at least she could enjoy his happiness. Happiness was sexy. Especially on August.
“You certainly are one of a kind, Mo.”
A wide smile lifted her lips. “Hey, you called me Mo. Does this mean we’re friends now? Was it the gardens that won you over or the cookies? It was my amazing baking skills, wasn’t it?”
He shook his head, those dimples winking at her as he grinned.
“It was you, Mo. All you.”
Something fluttered in her heart. Something suspiciously close to…feeling. Uh oh. No. Nope. Can’t do it. Having sexual fantasies about her roomie was one thing, but developing a crush on him would only lead down a road she liked to call disaster. Considering the guy planned to leave the city within the year, she didn’t kid herself that starting anything with August would lead to wedding bells.
Buuuuuut…
Six months was a long time. Long enough to find more awesome things about Denver to dazzle August with. Long enough for her to talk to Agatha and come up with a plan that would work for both grandmother and grandson. A way to keep them both in the city she loved. The city Agatha loved. The city she knew August could love if he just gave it a chance. Otherwise, she’d lose her friend and possibly her home. No, she couldn’t let that happen. She had time to change his mind.
And she intended to.
If she were Pru, she’d come up with a plan. If she were Lilly, she’d make a list. But she was Mo. And Mo simply made things happen. Through willpower and sheer optimism.
They continued their walk around the gardens and ended in the conservatory. It was a great day, and she congratulated herself on it. All she had to do was understand August and then, boom, friendship achieved. Over the next few months, she’d get to know him even better and then…she’d find a way to point out how much better it would be for everyone if he stayed in the city, kept living with her, and took over the flower shop.
Giddy anticipation filled her at the thought. By this time next year, everything would have worked itself out for the best; she just knew it. She’d make sure of it.
August didn’t stand a chance.
