Miles had plenty of patience—it had been tested countless times over the years—but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the occasional moment of messing with him.

“Sorry, Miles. Something came up, and I got held up,” I said with a half-hearted apologetic smile as I slipped into my seat.

“No problem. As long as you’re here, I don’t mind waiting,” he replied, his overly sweet tone dripping with so much charm it was almost unbearable. ...