Page 5 of How Not to Date a Demon

Maeve cocked her head to the side. After that regal display in the theater parking lot? This guy had to be crazier than even her.

Honk!

The horn of a car blared, startling both of them out of their stares.

“Get parked, I’ll go inside and get the drinks and popcorn. Requests?”

He bent and picked the card up for her like a perfect gentleman. Maeve told him her drink request, and he grinned before heading toward the theater, walking backward.

“You’re not gonna drive off without me, right?” he called out.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, keys jingling in her hands, and she was hyperaware of the car’s lights blinding her as his horn beeped again.

“I’ll see you inside!” she yelled back.

Galen finally turned around just in time to avoid face-planting into the glass doors and pushed his way inside.

Maeve had met him inside, and, well… the rest was history.

She really was a lucky girl.

And Galen was a lucky guy.

He better not forget it.

Maeve

“Of course I do,” she answered Galen with a huff, flashing the memory away. “It’s hard to forget such an embarrassing first impression.”

His dark eyes twinkled with mirth. “Embarrassing? Honey, that’s how I knew you were the one for me.”

Her heart flipped over in her chest, but she refused to be wooed by his pretty words. That didn't stop her from fighting the urge to curl her hair around her finger and draw her toe against the floor. “What do you mean by that?”

Galen rolled his eyes. “You know exactly what I mean. I couldn’t have dreamed of a woman more perfect for me than you,” he said, expression turning serious. “And I don’t want to mess this up. What are you frustrated with? What can I do to help?”

Maeve frowned at him. She was supposed to be mad. Why’d he have to come in and be so… so rational?

“First, you can get these guys settled in for the night before they eat our apartment.”

“Oh, come on, they aren’t that bad,” he urged, turning his back on her to watch the puppies as they ran around.

“Really?” she asked, tone heavy with sarcasm as she watched one of the puppies chew on her floor-length curtains while another chewed on that puppy’s leg.

“Yeah, it’ll be… fine,” he said, sounding a little less confident. “Guys,” he chided. “We talked about this.”

The puppies ignored him, continuing their chaos with playful yelps of excitement.

Her lips tightened as she refused to show even an inch of give. They were not cute. They were evil little machines of destruction. Their floppy ears were nothing compared to the chaos.

His lips lost the curl of his smile, and it stung her heart. “We’re living together now. I know it’s different, and something neither of us are used to.” He crooked two fingers at her. “So come on, I’m a big boy. How can I make the transition easier?”

Maeve grabbed his two fingers and held them in her hand. “I don’t wanna be too harsh.”

But she had to be realistic. Maeve was tired of cleaning up after him.

He nodded, expression serious, as if he were taking mental notes. “You won’t be. Just tell me. Don’t make me beg.”

But you’re so hot when you beg.