Page 29 of My Three Hometown Alphas

I lean my forearms on the counter. “Nah… she’s going to wear the bright pink one with the ruffles on the sleeves.”

I’m almost one-hundred-percent sure that’s what she’ll choose because she asked me to wash it for her yesterday. Am I going to tell him that?Nope.

“Care to make it interesting?” he says, moving into the kitchen until he’s only a foot in front of me.

I nod, confidence fueling the smirk plastered on my face.

“If I win, you have to go on a run with me,” he says. He smirks, obviously remembering my hatred for the act of running.

I can’t help but cringe, which makes him chuckle.

Asshole.

“Fine,” I say, and I only agree because I know I won’t actually have to go through with it.

I lean my chin against my hand, thinking about what I want to make him do. A million dirty ideas flash through my mind, but I quickly bat them away.

“If I win, you have to give me a massage,” I say.

This only makes his smile grow.Damn.I guess I didn’t think that through. That’s what I want though, so I don’t really care.

“Sounds like I win either way, gorgeous,” he says with that lazy smile that makes tingles shoot straight to my vagina.

Lyla’s feet pound across the floor above us. “Moment of truth,” he says, leaning against the counter beside me. We both stare at the stairs, waiting.

My jaw drops when her sunflower-covered shirt comes into view.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I feel betrayed for some unknown reason. Lyla had no idea this bet was even happening, and she’s a kid for heaven’s sake.

I really don’t want to look at Miles, but I force myself to twist my body toward him. The look on his face is even more irritating than I imagined.

“I guess I’m going to have a running buddy on Saturday morning,” he says, smugness dripping from every word.

Shaking my head, I snap back to the here and now.

I lock the door, walking to where Miles is standing on the grass. I silently follow along with all the stretches he’s doing, trusting his expertise.

“You’re actually going to kill me if you keep that glare up,” he says.

“Good.”

“Okay, then. Let’s go.”

He turns around, slowly running down the driveway. With one last deep breath, I follow behind him.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “You can run beside me. I won’t bite.”

“I might,” I mutter under my breath. He must hear me, though, because he rolls his eyes. He spins, so he’s running backwards.

What the fuck?

“Get up here. I won the bet. Remember?”

Fighting the urge to just tackle him, I move up to his side as we continue down the road. “I’m going to slow you down,” I tell him.

“I don’t care,” he says casually. “You’re here. That’s all that matters to me.”