“Is he still being weird?” Miles pushes a hand through his curly mop of brown hair. “I spilled a folder full of paperwork in his office, and he helped me pick it all up without a word.” I burst out with laughter. “So, what you’re saying is he’s not his usual asshole self.” “Exactly. But don’t tell him I said that.” His gaze flickers to my finger. “It fits.” “It does.”
