“Kyran, no.”
“It’s a genuine question.”
“It’s one I really shouldn’t have to answer. Being stalked is literally terrifying. And it’s a real problem. And the statistics for the percentage of women who are stalked by the age of twenty are horrifying. And…why am I explaining this to you? I already know you’re just being an idiot, not a real threat.”
She’s explaining it to me because, despite her wittle nose scrunch and the assessment that I am “an idiot,” the woman quite likes interacting with me.
We have fun.
And I might be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.
If she just wanted to go off on one of thefiveBachelor brothers for being a slob, she’d be breathing down Lukas’s neck. But, ever since he got back from his tour in September,she hasn’t.
Furthermore, I haven’t been in love with her this whole time, so it’s not like her nagging has been a direct response to my advances. She nagged first; I fell after.
Therefore, one can assume, I amspecial.
My survey proceeds. “Where’s the line between ‘stalking’ and ‘playful disregard for boundaries’?”
She blesses me with a withering look. “If you’re going to bombard me with stupid questions, the least you can do is carry this.”
I launch into action, hooking my hand in the rim and hiking the hamper up on my shoulder. “Took you long enough.”
Her eyes roll, roll, roll. “Just so you know, there is no such thing asplayful disregard for boundaries, Kyran.”
“Agree to disagree.”
“This is not something you get to disagree on.”
I offer her the hint of a smile, and it stops her—cheeks reddening—in her tracks. As I continue toward the laundry room by myself, I repeat, “Agree to disagree.”
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This is not anappointment. This isplayful disregard for boundaries…
Morana
I’m going to kill him.
Whydid I tell Kyran that I was saving points to go to Brew Tea?Howcould I be so stupid?
Despite the lavish elegance oozing out of every inch of Sunset, West Virginia, the fact stands that it is asmalltown. People know people. And people know the schedules of the local shops off the top of their heads. That is to say, this lovely little cottage tea place is only open for lunch, and a little before lunch is when I normally get to the Bachelor mansion and start work. I don’t usually take any days off because my job is amazing, so any change in my schedule—like not showing up before lunch today—makes it clear I’m up to something.
Kyran might be an idiot, but even he can put two and two together.
Dang it.
I should have thrown a red herring day off in the mix… Except then I would have been taking even more time off from work, and—again—my job?A-Ma-Zing.
All I do is clean the Bachelor palace.
Which translates, quite completely, into hanging out, tidying up, making my own hours, picking my own chores, and having homemade meals with my twin sister and the family she married us into. Ever since Lukas, the second eldest of the five Bachelorbrothers, kidnapped then married this girl named Clara, the meals have been evenbetterthan Michelin-star level, too.
Basically: viva la nepotism.
I am living the dream.
