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irritating.
“You’ve been here almost a week and you don’t know where she keeps the dishes?” I raise an eyebrow. “You sound like a very bad houseguest.”
He laughs dismissively. “Yes, I suppose I am, but we’ve been busy.”
“Yeah, school’s keeping me busy, too,” I say, trying to remember what Gramps said about being a good neighbor, but I’m annoyed. How can you live with a little, old lady and not help around the house? I begin to angrily rummage through Marjory’s cupboards.
“I’ve noticed. Is this the reason you ignore me?” he asks. He is far too confident and far too smooth.
“No, I ignore you because I’m going away to college next year, so I have no interest in dating anyone.” I search through more cupboards.
“Is this why you ignore Jackson Powers?”
“I ignore Jackson Powers because he is an arrogant, self-centered jerk. Oh, here they are.” I finally find the dessert plates. I gratefully start dishing up the fresh raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Christian continues to stare at me.
“Do you have a problem?” I glare at him. His blue eyes are breathtaking, but he’s so annoyingly overconfident.
He smiles but doesn’t answer.
I frown at him before saying, “Make yourself useful. You can take some fruit to your cousins, so I can go home and get back to my homework.”
“No,” he jumps up on the counter and laughs. “I like occupying your time.”
“You should go introduce yourself to Jackson,” I snap. “You have a lot in common.”
“No, you said he was an arrogant, self-centered jerk when you talked about him. You didn’t have any complaints about me.” He smiles again.
“I was trying to be polite! Is everyone in Denmark this annoying?”
I angrily pick up two plates of fruit and go into the dining room. I put them in front of Gramps and Marjory and return to the kitchen. Christian is picking the raspberries out of the bowl.
“I do like the flavor of raspberries,” he muses as he stains his white gloves.
“So does everyone else. Don’t be greedy!” I take the bowl away from him and hand him his plate. He chuckles with delight.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to carpool with us to school,” he says like it’s a law or something. “Jenifer drives out of her way each day to pick you up, and we live just across the street.”
“I’m not riding to school with you.” I pick up two more plates of berries and take them into the dining room to Sven and Henrik. They both scowl at me with their arms crossed. I i gnore them as I go back into the kitchen.
“And why won’t you ride to school with me?” Christian asks with amusement.
“Because I don’t want to lead you on, and your cousins would rather hit me with the car than let me ride in it.” I pick up my berries.
“It doesn’t matter what they think, it’s my car.” He jumps off the counter and towers above me. He is undeniably a beautiful physical specimen, but his arrogance is insufferable.
“That’s nice. It’s not going to happen.” I go into the parlor with my dessert.
“Thomas, I just thought of a wonderful idea,” Christian says as he follows me. “Instead of making Jenifer drive across town, Alexandra could carpool with us.”
“We think it is a wonderful idea.” Marjory claps her hands.
“I have swim practice in the mornings,” I quickly say. “I have to be there an hour early.”
“Sven, Henrik, wasn’t I just saying this morning
“You’ve been here almost a week and you don’t know where she keeps the dishes?” I raise an eyebrow. “You sound like a very bad houseguest.”
He laughs dismissively. “Yes, I suppose I am, but we’ve been busy.”
“Yeah, school’s keeping me busy, too,” I say, trying to remember what Gramps said about being a good neighbor, but I’m annoyed. How can you live with a little, old lady and not help around the house? I begin to angrily rummage through Marjory’s cupboards.
“I’ve noticed. Is this the reason you ignore me?” he asks. He is far too confident and far too smooth.
“No, I ignore you because I’m going away to college next year, so I have no interest in dating anyone.” I search through more cupboards.
“Is this why you ignore Jackson Powers?”
“I ignore Jackson Powers because he is an arrogant, self-centered jerk. Oh, here they are.” I finally find the dessert plates. I gratefully start dishing up the fresh raspberries, blackberries, and blueberries, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Christian continues to stare at me.
“Do you have a problem?” I glare at him. His blue eyes are breathtaking, but he’s so annoyingly overconfident.
He smiles but doesn’t answer.
I frown at him before saying, “Make yourself useful. You can take some fruit to your cousins, so I can go home and get back to my homework.”
“No,” he jumps up on the counter and laughs. “I like occupying your time.”
“You should go introduce yourself to Jackson,” I snap. “You have a lot in common.”
“No, you said he was an arrogant, self-centered jerk when you talked about him. You didn’t have any complaints about me.” He smiles again.
“I was trying to be polite! Is everyone in Denmark this annoying?”
I angrily pick up two plates of fruit and go into the dining room. I put them in front of Gramps and Marjory and return to the kitchen. Christian is picking the raspberries out of the bowl.
“I do like the flavor of raspberries,” he muses as he stains his white gloves.
“So does everyone else. Don’t be greedy!” I take the bowl away from him and hand him his plate. He chuckles with delight.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to carpool with us to school,” he says like it’s a law or something. “Jenifer drives out of her way each day to pick you up, and we live just across the street.”
“I’m not riding to school with you.” I pick up two more plates of berries and take them into the dining room to Sven and Henrik. They both scowl at me with their arms crossed. I i gnore them as I go back into the kitchen.
“And why won’t you ride to school with me?” Christian asks with amusement.
“Because I don’t want to lead you on, and your cousins would rather hit me with the car than let me ride in it.” I pick up my berries.
“It doesn’t matter what they think, it’s my car.” He jumps off the counter and towers above me. He is undeniably a beautiful physical specimen, but his arrogance is insufferable.
“That’s nice. It’s not going to happen.” I go into the parlor with my dessert.
“Thomas, I just thought of a wonderful idea,” Christian says as he follows me. “Instead of making Jenifer drive across town, Alexandra could carpool with us.”
“We think it is a wonderful idea.” Marjory claps her hands.
“I have swim practice in the mornings,” I quickly say. “I have to be there an hour early.”
“Sven, Henrik, wasn’t I just saying this morning
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