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“That wasn’t a line, Sunshine. Trust me, if I was propositioning you, you’d know it,” I say, adding a wink. “Grab anything you want to wear from my closet. What do you want to do while we wait for the storm to clear up?”
“We could watch a movie.”
“No problem. Could you grab my laptop on your way back? It’s on the desk in the room.”
She doesn’t immediately leave, and I arch an eyebrow in question.
“Why are you doing all this? You only just met me yesterday, Graham. You’ve known for me a few hours and yet…” She trails off.
I pause, thinking about it. She’s right. It’s weird. But for some reason, I’m completely at ease with her.
“I don’t know. It’s weird, but I feel like I’ve known you for longer than a few hours,” I say sincerely.
Actually, it feels like I’ve known her forever.
Her eyes soften. “Okay.”
We spend the rest of the day watching movies on the couch. This morning aside, it’s the most peaceful day I’ve had in a long time. And I spent it with a woman that’s practically a stranger.
But she doesn’t feel like one, though.
CHAPTER 8
Isabella
Snowstorm day two and I’m officially worried. I’ve never seen one last this long before. To make things worse, we’re totally cut off from the outside world. The power went out last night but thankfully this house has a backup generator so at least there’s been electricity. But I’m starting to get antsy.
I know Graham can tell. He’s been doing his best to distract me. We spent most of the day in bed. Separate beds—he slept in his room and I took one of the guest rooms. Although he did try to suggest we sleep together. He apparently hates sleeping alone and likes to cuddle. I threw a pillow at his face before kicking him out of my room. He can be such a shameless flirt.
Right now, we’re in the kitchen. We just finished dinner and I’m overseeing him as he washes the dishes.
“You know, you’ve made me do more chores in the past two days than I have done in all my thirty years of living, right?”
“Yes, I’m aware you were spoiled rotten growing up. Really, though, we had help in my house growing up, too. That didn’t stop me from helping out my mama in the kitchen once in a while.”
Technically, I only did all that because my father liked to reiterate that a woman’s job was in there.
“Different upbringings,” Graham mutters.
“Tell me about it. Anyway, I’m bored. What should we do?”
He shrugs. “We could watch movies again?”
I shake my head. “No, something else. I saw a couple of beers in your fridge. And I noticed you have a pool table in the game room,” I suggest.
“You know how to play pool?” he asks, a gleam in his eyes.
I nod.
“Alright, darling. Let me just get done with the menial labor and we’ll go over there. Although I do suggest drinking something stronger. You like whiskey? It’ll help pass the time.”
“I don’t mind,” I reply.
“Okay, go down the hall and you’ll find the wine room. It’s the brown door with a reindeer painted on it. Grab anything you like.”
I leave to find the room. I thought my family was pretty rich growing up, but the Steeles are on a whole other insane level. Wine rooms, game rooms, and it’s not even their actual home. Just a vacation house they built in a city they barely visit. Graham told me last night that he’s the only one that ever really uses this place. No wonder he’s so spoiled.
He finishes up in the kitchen and we head to the game room. I’m holding the bottle of whiskey. He’s holding two cups filled with ice.
