Her Leading Man. Maggie Dallen
didn’t take you to be so…philosophical.”
He threw a peanut at her head. “Ah, fuck off,” he muttered as he turned back to the TV. But he was laughing too.
“So you’re subletting because it’s cheaper than a hotel?”
He hesitated in answering and she glanced over. Maybe he’d just been distracted by whatever was on the television because he cast her a charming grin. “That’s me. Financially responsible.”
Caitlyn went back to her knitting. It wasn’t until she was brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed that it dawned on her. When she’d asked him why he was subletting—he hadn’t actually answered her question.
* * * *
On day number five of Caitlyn’s challenging week of being stuck in the apartment with Ben, she got a welcome call from Meg asking her to join them at the bar for some drinks.
The timing was perfect. Not only was she eager to escape her roommate, but the heat in her apartment had broken—again—and the idea of cozying up to a drink in front of a fireplace sounded like heaven.
She had just started to bundle up in the entranceway where she kept all her winter accessories when she heard Ben call out from the living room. He had started the nightly couch tradition without her.
“Hey, where are you headed off to?” He was in the doorway, hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself. Bundled up in a heavy sweater with a giant scarf wrapped around his neck, his voice was muffled.
He looked pretty cute, actually, but Caitlyn would never admit that. She could only imagine what would happen to his ego if she did. It was possible he would no longer be able to fit through any normal size doorway if it got any bigger.
“Meeting some friends at a bar,” she said as she slipped into her thickest winter coat.
Ben’s eyes widened and he stuck out his lower lip to give her a puppy dog look that was as pathetic as it was amusing. “Please take me with you.”
Caitlyn laughed. “Aside from my friend’s husband, it’ll probably just be a bunch of women hanging around talking. You’d be bored out of your mind.”
Ben looked offended. “It just so happens my favorite people to hang out with are women. Particularly large groups of attractive young women who are drinking their cares away on a frigid winter’s eve.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes and started to protest, but he cut her off.
“As your tenant, you can’t, in all good conscience, leave me alone here in this deathtrap and allow me to freeze to death. It wouldn’t be right.”
As though on cue, a draft blew through the ancient windowpanes, and Ben burrowed even further into his ridiculous scarf getup.
“Okay fine.” Caitlyn laughed. “You can come along, but don’t complain to me if you aren’t having any fun.”
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