Page 78 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander
She looks up and startles slightly.
“Oh. Hey.”
“Hey.”
She recovers first.
“You want coffee?”
“Yes. Please.”
I sit at the table while she pours me a mug.
The coffee is strong.
Exactly the way I like it.
She sits across from me with her own cup, and we drink in silence.
Not a comfortable silence.
More the kind that says:We live together now, but neither of us knows how to handle it.
Mary gently sets her cup down and looks directly at me.
For one brief second, I completely lose my train of thought.
“The village market’s today.”
“And?”
“Everyone’s going to be there.”
I immediately understand where she’s going with this.
“You want us to go together.”
“It would help. You know, couple things. Grocery shopping together and all that.”
I grimace into my coffee.
“We could meet there separately if you’d rather,” she adds quickly. “Or not go at all…”
I hesitate.
The idea of spending my morning pretending to be in a relationship in front of all of Glenfield isn’t exactly appealing.
But then again, this is the whole reason we started this ridiculous plan.
“No,” I finally decide. “We might as well go together. We live in the same place anyway.”
Mary smiles.
“Meet downstairs in an hour?”
“Okay.”
She stands, takes her mug, and disappears upstairs. I hear her footsteps on the stairs, then her bedroom door closing softly.
