Suddenly, I don’t want to do any of it either.
I pick up my phone to text Miles that I’m backing out when a knock on my door interrupts my train of thought.
I open it, phone in hand, and find him standing there.
“You’re thinking about backing out, aren’t you?”
I frown and look at my phone. “How did you know that?”
“I’m a little bit psychic,” he says. “Or... you’re a little bit predictable.”
I groan, roll my eyes, and walk back inside. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I have no interest in meeting Roger or anyone else.”
He holds up his hands, making a Tshape. Time-out.
I fold my arms like I’ve been put on the naughty mat.
“Let’s go get coffee,” he says.
“I just made coffee,” I grumble.
“Oh, come on. The fresh air will do you good,” he says. “My treat.”
I only stare.
One of his eyebrows rises so slightly I almost miss it.
I huff out a long grunty breath like a toddler who doesnotwant to obey. “Fine.” I pull on my shoes, grab my jacket, and step outside.
I start to walk toward the front gate when Miles puts a hand on my arm. “Just wait a second.”
I go still. “What am I waiting for?”
“Peace.”
I glare at him. “If you tell me to take a deep, cleansing breath, I’m going back inside.”
“No,” he says. “Nothing so hooty.”
I stifle a laugh. “Hooty?”
“Quiet. Don’t interrupt.”
I clamp it down.
“Just... wait. Don’t start your day in a panic. You’re overthinking this. Right now, just take a second. Enjoy the sunshine and the warmth. We just survived a brutal winter, and look at us—we’re still here.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Winter in Colorado was really mild this year.”
Now he rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
I inhale an exaggerated breath, then huff it out dramatically. “Fine.”
“There you go,” he says in a slow, condescending tone.
I shoot him a look and take another breath.
Well, dang it.
