Page 23 of The Roommate Problem
“Cross my heart.” She grinned, making a crossing motion with her finger over her heart. “We don’t have to eat out. It’s an outdoor venue that I think will be right up your alley. And trust me, no one there is looking to get laid.”
Now he was slightly intrigued. Slightly.
“Where are we going?”
“Naw uh.” She waved a finger at him. “It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“I love them.”
Of course she did.
“Now, here are your cookies. You go read your boring flower book and enjoy them while I clean up this mess.”
He would argue with her on the boring book thing, but her suggestion sounded pretty nice. Still, “You want help cleaning up?”
“No, thanks, I got it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, August.” Her head tilted as she stared at him. “What are you afraid of? That I’m going to shove all the dishes in the dishwasher whether they’re dishwasher safe or not?”
Yes. That’s exactly what he was afraid of. They weren’t his dishes, but he hated to see any kitchen equipment ruined due to poor cleaning skills.
“Believe it or not, I have been cleaning this apartment for years before you came along.”
“I don’t,” he mumbled. Not judging by the state of this place the day he’d arrived.
Mo smacked him lightly on the shoulder with her good hand. “You. Eat. I will clean, and I promise this place will be so spotless when I’m done, you could eat off the floor.”
That was a bet he would never be taking, but then again, he also never would have bet on becoming friends with his whimsical roommate, and after tonight, it looked like that just might become a real possibility.
