Monday, August 10, 2020

The Roomate Problem

To Moira “Mo” Rossi, the world is full of sunshine, goodness, and happily ever afters—so of course she figures finding the perfect roomie will be easy. But after four creepos who ask if benefits come with the room and one woman who claims she’s a vampire, Mo is officially desperate. So what if the guy she agrees to on paper ends up being the Derrick Downer to her Sally Sunshine in person? She’s the queen of making lemonade.

August Porter expected his new roommate Mo to be like him—neat, practical, and oh yeah: male. Not the outrageous hippie with more stars in her eyes than there are in the sky. She’s infuriating, exasperating, his exact opposite in every possible way...and the bright ray of sunshine he didn’t even realize his gray world was missing. Suddenly, falling into bed with his roommate isn’t the worst idea he’s ever heard. Just falling in love with her is.

But one of them is keeping a secret that could turn their opposite attraction into utter disaster.


“Hey, you’re up.”

He turned at the unbelievably chipper voice and sucked in a sharp breath. Mo bounced—yes, bounced—into the room in a long blue skirt that swished around her legs with her energetic movement, a bright yellow halter top that hurt his eyes to look at but left a lot of soft-looking skin on display, and her damp hair twisted up in some sort of intricate knot on the top of her head. Her cheeks had honest to god sparkles on them, and her lips and eyelids were highlighted with a warm rose color.

He was going to blame the rise in his body temperature on his recent workout and not the vision his new roommate presented.

“I’ve been up for the past hour and a half. Went down to the gym.”

Mo’s eyes widened with shock. “We have a gym? Huh. Learn something new every day.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but grin a little. There was something uniquely charming about Mo. Even if they were as different as night and day, he had to admit she charmed him. A little.

Didn’t matter, he had things to do today before checking on Gran at the shop.

“Where’s the nearest grocery store? I need to stock up.”

“Ooooh, me, too. We can go together.”

Great. Just what he wanted. Maybe they could also find a pothole big enough to break the suspension on his car. Fun day all around.

Ten minutes later, they were in Mo’s car—because according to her, she knew her way around town better—and August was praying to every deity in the known universe to survive the trip.

“You know there’s a brake pedal to your left? Some people use it before they’re five inches away from the car in front of them.”

She laughed, ignoring his advice and slamming on the brakes just in time to avoid crashing into the truck stopped in front of them at the red light.

“Lighten up, August.”

Hard to lighten up when you were staring death in the face. How had the woman gotten her license driving like this? Though, judging by the cars around them, everyone in Denver was a terrible driver. Yet another reason to get out of the city. Life expectancy went up when everyone wasn’t driving like they were in Mad Max.

They parked at the grocery store and headed inside. August grabbed a cart and pulled out his phone to bring up his grocery list app. Mo grabbed a basket and started to toss things in at random.

“Don’t you have a list?”

She shrugged, grabbing a box of granola bars that were so covered in chocolate they should be in the candy aisle and dropping it in her basket.

“Not really. I kinda just grab what I’m in the mood for.”

Under “chaos” in the dictionary was a picture of Mo. He was sure of it.

Half an hour later, they had made it through the entire store. Mo’s basket was overflowing, and his cart was sorely lacking. Unfortunately, the selection of fresh fruits and vegetables in this store left something to be desired. Meanwhile, Mo had all manner of processed crap that companies tried to pass off as food.

He’d read a lot about whole food eating because he liked the idea of living off the land. Not saying he wanted to go 100 percent off grid, but the notion of relying on no one but himself held some appeal. Hell, he did it enough as a kid, being shuffled back and forth between his parents’ homes, keeping all his belongings in a backpack and duffle so he wouldn’t miss a homework assignment or gym class clothes.

He’d learned early on not to rely on anyone but himself. That way when people let him down, it didn’t matter as much.

“Here,” he said after hearing Mo grunt for the fifth time trying to heave the basket around. He grabbed the handles from her and placed it in his cart. “My hero.”

She gave a dramatic sigh, batting her eyelashes at him. August rolled his eyes at her antics, but he was smiling as he wheeled the cart to a check-out line.

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