“Yes.” What else could she say? She felt a bit like Goldilocks. The twin bed would probably be too small for him now. She could give it up if it bothered him that much. A twinge of guilt hit her as she recalled that she took down all the posters. Angry that the prodigal nephew never visited his dying uncle, she tossed the posters. Call it her one act of aggression. “Do you want it back?”
His shoulders went up in a shrug. “No big deal. You keep it.”
Oliver’s pen scratched across the paper. “That’s settled. We need guidelines for the use of public rooms such as the living room, kitchen and bathroom.”
The urge to say she’d not use the rooms died in her mouth when she realized the sheer stupidity of it. Not use the bathroom, hardly since there was only one bathroom. She’d needed the kitchen too. Even if she were only passing through, she’d still go through the living room. It wasn’t like she’d hangout at the library to avoid encountering Levi.
“Um, how will you feel about Charmer in the house when I am at work?” He appeared to like the dog even after he urinated on him. Jumping up she almost knocked her chair down in an effort to grab the paper towels. “For your jeans,” she mumbled, pushing the towels in his direction.
He took the towels with a smile that actually reached his eyes. “Thanks. As for Charmer, I’d welcome the company. It might give us both a chance to work on our manners.”
Old stone face actually made a joke. Was her mouth hanging open? She hoped not. “Yeah.” Wait, that didn’t sound right. “I meant Charmer could work on his manners.”
Levi gave a short laugh. “I know what you meant.”
Oliver looked back down at the papers, probably to hide a budding smile. “Okay, you two. We need to plan on how you’ll handle entertaining friends and dates.”