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“If there’s going to be any body in my rug, it’ll be yours.”
“Hand the hat over.”
“No!”
It was clear neither one of them had worked out the end game to this childish situation, but he could be just as stubborn as her and he wasn’t about to let her win. He pulled nearer, nose-to-nose. “Gimme my hat, Luna.”
“No.”
His next move was making a scramble to reach behind her and grab it himself. “Gimme my—Ow!”
Luna had transferred the hat to her other hand and was now smacking him on the shoulder with it as he leaned into her. It didn’t hurt as much as it was shocking. It also wasn’t fair to beat a man with his own hat.
She was able to get in a few whacks before he managed to grab it. “What thehellis wrong with you?”
“I just want you to help me!”
“I don’t get you at all. Does this approach normally work for you? Because it doesn’t work for me at all.”
“No. But I’m not Mia.”
“What?” he replied, shoving the hat onto his head.
“Mia can get anyone to do anything.”
Sam released a bitter huff. “All you had to do was be nice.”
Her face fell into defeat. “I’m not even sure I’m a nice person. Do you think I’m nice?”
“Not particularly.”
A death glare zeroed in on him. “Well, I don’t think you’re nice either.”
“Great. I’m glad we got that settled. So from one not-nice person to another, do you want me to help you lug this rug up to your apartment?”
She studied him. It had to be the longest amount of time her gaze had ever spent in his direction, and he wished he could see into her brain. “Yes. Please.”
“Okay, then. How about you get in your car and push. I’ll pull.”
Luna scrambled across the inside of her SUV. The rug was larger and heavier than Sam had expected. There was no way Luna would have been able to get this thing upstairs by herself.
“How did you get this in your car in the first place?” he asked.
“The guy selling it on Facebook Marketplace helped me.”
“Wait. You bought this rug from some guy on Facebook, and went to his house by yourself?”
“No, don’t be ridiculous.” She had the gall to be offended. “I went to his storage facility outside of town.”
Sam stopped pulling. “Let me see if I’ve got this straight. You met some random guy from Facebook at his storage facility, in the middle of nowhere, alone?”
“When you put it like that—”
“What other way is there to put it?” It was fortunate she wasn’t his responsibility because he wasn’t sure his nerves would be able to handle it. As it was, he was annoyed enough by the whole situation, probably because he was concerned he’d have to soon begin the process of searching for a new tenant for her apartment. Sam made a note to check the storage garage for more boring white paint, because he might be redoing the place sooner than expected if this woman kept taking chances like this.
“I can take care of myself. I keep bear spray in my glove box and have taken self-defense classes. Just to point out the obvious, I wasn’t murdered, and I got a great rug for seventy-five bucks. I think it was worth the risk.”
All he could do was grumble in response.
