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“Wow.” He folds his roped arms across his chest, amused. “Really?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“You’re ogling me.”
I bite back a laugh as electricity thrills through me. “You don’t look like you mind.”
“Of course I don’t.” He gives me that lazy, flirty smile that makes my pulse stutter before his grin drops. “Okay, but it’s really cold in here.” He glances through the window up at the sky. “It’s supposed to go below freezing today.”
I point at the closet again but he cuts me off.
“We arenotusing a space heater.” His expression says he means business, and I bite back another smile.
“I like it when you’re bossy.”
At my bedside table, he picks up my phone and hands it to me. “Call your landlord.”
“He’s in Greece for the month.”
“So call whoever does these things when he’s away.”
My smile pulls into a reluctant wince, and Rory knows immediately that there is no guy who does the maintenance when the landlord is away.
“Hazel.”
“This is why my place is so cheap.”
His head falls back and he groans loudly, like I’m the most frustrating person alive.
I just smile at him. “Your eyes are so pretty in the morning light.”
He gives me a side-long look, sighing, but he’s starting to smile. “Don’t distract me.”
“Is it working?” He rolls his eyes, and I think I like this flipped dynamic between us. “That means yes.”
He runs his fingers through his hair, glancing around my place. “Where’s your overnight bag?”
“Why?”
He finds it in the closet, pulling it out and setting it on the bed. “We’re going to my place.”
CHAPTER56
HAZEL
“Wow.”
In the foyer of Rory’s apartment, my jaw drops. I take a few steps forward on the crutches, looking around.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Miller.”
Behind me, holding my bag, he watches me, his gaze unsure and assessing. “Yeah?”
I nod, eyes bouncing from the warm wood flooring to the giant green L-shaped couch to the midday sun streaming through the impossibly tall windows. Snow is starting to fall outside. A massive TV hangs between two built-in bookshelves that reach to the ceiling. There’s nothing on the shelves, though.
I frown, scanning the sparse living room with two lamps, the big sofa, and a coffee table, and then the large, open-concept kitchen with a massive island and gleaming appliances.
I tilt my chin at the bookshelves. “You’re supposed to put things on those shelves.”
