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Riley shakes his head but doesn’t argue. “Fine. I’ll put the seat down.” Then he adds, “And the lid, if the poo particles concern you so much.”

I lift my brow, because that’s actually fair. “Good. I will too.”

We eat in silence for a moment, and when he doesn’t say anything else, I ask, “Do you have any rules or boundaries for me?”

“Yeah, stop hogging all the space. I have stuff too and nowhere to put it.”

I wince. “Sorry. I didn’t realize how much room in the closet I’d taken up until I found myvery-expensiveblouse thrown on my bed.” I smile the kind of smile you smile when you don’t want to smile.

“I didn’t throw it.”

“Looked like you did.”

“I assure you, I didn’t.”

Engaged in an eye-locked showdown, I slowly exhale. Maybe he’s telling the truth. “Do you need more closet space than you currently have?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t finished unpacking.”

“Well, when I get back from the city today, I’ll free up some room just in case.”

He smirks. “Thank you.”

I smirk back. “You’re welcome.”

Riley runs his hand over his beard, studying me.

“What?” I mumble, fearing I’ve smeared cream cheese on my face.

“You feeling better?”

“Huh?”

“You said you felt sick last night.”

“Oh. Yeah. I did.” I divert my gaze. “It came and went. I’m fine now.”

“Good. Because another one of my rules is no puking in the cabin.”

I laugh. “What?”

“No puke. If you need to, do it overboard or somewhere else.”

“I’m not puking overboard. That’s disgusting. It might land on someone below. And anyway, I have anti-nausea meds. I’m not going to puke.”

“Sweet. So are we all sorted then, cabin cop?”

“For now.” I down the last of my coffee, stand, and collect my bag. “If there’s anything else, I’ll let you know.”

He stands too, and murmurs, “I’m sure you will.”

I gift him a sarcastic smile.

“What are your plans for today, cooki—” He cuts himself short and grins at me.

I don’t grin back. “Sightseeing.”

“Me too.”