Chapter eight -Friends?
He was sure he had never spent so much time with a woman before without having slept with her, definitely hadn't spent this much time with one he wasn't trying to sleep with or get something out of.
They didn't necessarily have much in common, other than reading a lot, but he still enjoyed her company.
They would try cook together, drink beers on the porch together, read together, and it wasn't an awkward silence, more companionable.
He found himself looking forward to spending time with her, debating on books or just relaxing.
Living together was going well as they both were neat people, when she was at work the house felt empty.
It was strange remembering how they didn't get along to start with, and how she was now his best friend. . . . .
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It had been a long time since Juliet had had a real friend. It made her ache for her sister but helped fill the void all at once.
It was relaxing that he had no expectations of her, just her companionship.
She knew it wasn't all plain sailing. They did argue, usually due to her stubbornness and his quick temper.
It annoyed him when she didn't react, and it annoyed her when he reacted to quickly or too much.
She enjoyed spending time with him, they gardened together and hung the laundry out together.
Living together wasn't as bad as she thought, he respected her privacy and was surprisingly neat.
It was funny really, she was best friends with a conman who had hated her from the start . . .
