He got up from his spot on the couch and made his way over to me, holding out his hand. “So we have a deal, then?” I stared at his hand before shaking it once, fast and firm. “I guess.” He shook his head. “Now that’s the attitude I want from the woman I’m dating. I’ll let you get settled. We start at lunch. There’s a mirror in the bathroom if you need to practice your ‘I love Miles’ face.”
