Page 37 of Miles's Pact
Remembering the phone Miles had gotten me at the very last moment, I grabbed it from the nightstand, tucking it into my pocket as I nodded to myself. I was ready.
I made my way downstairs slowly, but Miles wasn't in the living room. Mateo and Snowball were, though, and Snowball now had a collar around his neck.
"Looking good, Duckie," Mateo greeted with a grin, and I managed to return a hesitant smile.
"Thank you." Glancing from him to the leash he was attaching to Snowball's collar, I asked, "Are you going somewhere?"
"I'm taking this little one to Uncle Raph for a check-up. Then we'll go hang out with Cam at the haunted house."
"You mean work!" Miles called from the kitchen, making Mateo snort.
"Yeah, work." He shot me a wink, then picked Snowball up, which made me wonder why he'd even bothered with the leash ifhe planned to carry him. "I hear you have plans for today. Have fun!"
I wanted to ask him if he knew what exactly the 'plans' were, but with Miles in hearing distance, I decided against it.
Mateo left soon after, and Miles peeked out of the kitchen, smiling when he spotted me. His eyes roamed over me from head to toe, sending a pleasant shiver through my body.
"You look good. Come have some breakfast, then we'll head out."
Nodding, I went over to the kitchen, breathing in the delicious scent of fried bacon and cheese—omelets, maybe?
As Miles served up two plates after insisting I sit, I took the opportunity to give him a once-over. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with a dark denim jacket thrown over it, his blond hair styled back neatly. His lips shimmered in the light, and I wondered if he'd put something on them. They held my attention for quite a few seconds before I managed to drag my gaze away, where it immediately snagged on his snug jeans.
The faded blue material clung to his legs in all the right places, and I had to once again force my gaze away.
Miles placed a dish of pancakes and bacon strips in front of me, a small smile on his face, and I wondered if he'd caught me watching him.
"Would you like some coffee or orange juice?"
I shook my head, and Miles nodded, then poured some coffee for himself before joining me. We talked about Snowball and the dragon babies between bites, both of us consciously avoiding the topic of our impending date. I wondered if Miles was anywhere as nervous as I was. Surely, he was much more experienced about these things than me. Was that something I could ask him, or would it be rude?
