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“Well, If there’s anything I can do for him…”

I arch an eyebrow. “How could you help?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know.”

Piper reminds me a little of Mom and her parents. They tried hard to make the world a better place and help anyone in need. If someone tells me that the tenants in the apartment I live in don’t pay rent, I would believe it. My lease includes all utilities, as the rest of the building does. That means she even pays for Wi-Fi and cable for everyone.

“You’re one of those, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The kind of people who go around helping others.”

She looks down at the table. “Is that bad?”

“Not at all.”

“What motivates you to work for me?” she asks again.

“I have the opportunity to help others while I listen to your music.”

She chuckles. “So you’re just as bad as I am in the give-kindness department, huh?”

“Probably.”

“Mr. Farrow, I believe this might be the beginning of a wonderful alliance.”

“Not a friendship?”

“I don’t know you, so I can’t say that this soon.”

“Derek Yates Farrow. I’m thirty-seven, Gemini. What else do you need to know about me?”

“You must know that friendships need more than barging onto a rooftop, giving me your zodiac sign, and working for me.”

Of course, there’s more. She’s not just adorable, but I like that she’s not going to make anything easy for me. “I accept,” I say.

“What?”

“The challenge.”

She tilts her head, studying me. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll try to keep me at arm’s length, but wewillbecome best friends—you’ll see.”

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Derek

I regret my decision.

Piper’s idea of helping me furnish my house is creating a Pinterest board, searching for possible places where they sell the pieces she thinks will fit in my space, and… well, it’s like being in one of those reality shows where they create the perfect space with little square footage and a low budget.

I explained to her that money isn’t an object and she can just order online. It seems like that’s not an option.

“Why are we at a secondhand furniture store?”

Nothing against buying something that’s been used before, but I’m done shopping. Should I tell her I don’t like crowds and that going from one store to another gives me anxiety? I’m trying my best to pretend I’m fine, but this is not okay.

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