Page 50 of Perfect Pact

“It’s true. I mean, last night, you did declare your love for me, but I wasn’t sure since you were drunk.”

“I did not,” she gasps.

I bend my knees and lean back a little so we’re eye to eye. “You did.”

“I said I like you, Dusty. That’s it.”

“Boom!” I step back and pretend to drop a mic. “Thank you! Thank you for finally admitting you love my charm.”

“Like!”

“Yeah…” I wince. “You’re in denial, but that’s okay.” I cross the room to where she’s pouring herself another cup of coffee and set down her pastry box from last night.

“You saved it?” She smiles and opens it.

“I didn’t eat it, if that’s what you were thinking. I wasn’t about to break our perfect pact over a pastry.” Her smile hits me square in the chest.

“Well played, charmer. Well played.”

“So, spend the day with me and see just how charming I can really be.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” I lean over. “You’re going to spend the day with me.”

She turns to face me, holding the pastry to her perfect lips. “Doing what?”

“I found a box of DVDs in the closet. I vote for a marathon.”

Something flashes in her eyes at the mention of movies.

“Something wrong?”

“Nope.” She sets her cup down and starts to walk away with her pastry.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“I have a day to get ready for.”

Try a lifetime.