Roommating (Preston's Mill #1) Read Online Free

judging by the carrying on going on behind him, it
was fairly safe to say that Heather did too.
    Chris heard her slam the mug down while muttering about bad
coffee and how she should have just made her own and his overall lack of
manners because he lived like a mountain man and…
    Wait… what ?
    Standing up, he walked back to the kitchen. “Mountain man? What
the hell does that even mean?”
    Big blue eyes looked back at him, like a deer caught in the
headlights. It was really hard not to laugh this time because it was obvious
that she not only thought he had no manners, but that he couldn’t hear either.
    “Oh…um…I just meant that you…”
    He leaned casually against the granite countertop and sipped
his coffee, amused by her sputtering, since she normally seemed so composed.
    “You could have warned me that the coffee was that strong,
Christopher.”
    Christopher ? Hell, the last person to call him
Christopher was his fourth grade teacher Mrs. Kelly. And his mom.
    “Obviously you’ve been living in some sort of wilderness,
based on the looks of you,” she was going on. “And maybe you’ve forgotten basic
common courtesies but—”
    “I’ll have you know that no one on my last job complained
about my coffee,” he said as he took another long drink.
    “Really? Were they ever forced to drink it?”
    She had him there, but he wasn’t ready to admit it. “No one
forced you to drink it either. You did that at your own risk.”
    “My own…” With a huff, Heather walked past him toward a
stack of boxes in the corner of the kitchen and began moving them around. Five
minutes later, she was back with some sort of…hell, he didn’t know what it was,
but she was putting it on the counter next to his coffee maker. “This,” she
said breathlessly, “is what modern, non-mountain people use to make coffee now.”
    He frowned. “What have you got against mountain people?”
    “What…I don’t have anything against them.”
    He arched a dark brow at her. “Are you sure? Because you
keep throwing that phrase around like you’ve got a serious grudge.” Then he
stood back, finished his coffee and watched as she tried to come up with a
snappy comeback.
    And realized this was kind of fun.
    Normally, he preferred the peace and quiet of a morning
alone—it was a great way to get his head in the game for whatever work was in
store for him that day. But bantering with Heather had him more engaged than he
could remember being in…a really long time.
    Stepping past her, he poured himself a second cup of coffee
and grinned at her as he walked back over to Flo to sit down.
    “Can we talk about moving the furniture around for a minute?”
she said from across the room.
    “Sure. What were you thinking?”
    “Wait…give me a minute.”
    One of the many good things about Flo was that she also spun
around. So he turned and watched as Heather put some sort of pod into the
machine she just put on the counter. It made a humming noise, and then she had coffee.
Interesting. He was so focused on the coffee maker that he didn’t notice those
tanned, bare legs coming his way. Quickly spinning Flo back around, he took a
sip of his coffee.
    Heather took a seat on the sofa that was facing him. “I
would really like to get this place put together a bit today,” she began. “I
think the couch works here and the coffee table is spaced nicely. But maybe
your recliner would look better…in your room.” She looked at him sweetly as she
took a sip of her own coffee in some sort of flowery mug.
    “You want me to put Flo in my bedroom?”
    She straightened and looked at him oddly. “Flo?”
    He rubbed the arm of the recliner.
    “You seriously named that chair Flo?”
    “Yup. And she stays in the living room. Where else am I
going to sit while I watch TV?” He studied Heather for a moment and saw a world
of frustration play across her face. “Any other suggestions?”
    Now it was her turn to arch a brow. “I’m sure I can