Me: lol (that’s laugh out loud) - dare I ask why you’re DMing me?
txrancher87: I DO know what lol means. I have a flip phone and everything.
txrancher87: And I’m DMing you because I kinda overdid it with my knee yesterday.
txrancher87: Today, too, if I’m being honest.
Me: How does the knee feel right now? Where does it hurt specifically?
txrancher87: Stabbing pain in the back of the knee.
Oh, poor baby.
Me: Ouch. Sorry about that, sweetie. I’m guessing you’d like me to come by before I head back into town?
txrancher87: If you wouldn’t mind.
txrancher87: Unless it would put you on the road too late. Then you can stay in one of my cabins.
Me: Take a breath, Kit. I’m happy to come by.
Me: We’re wrapping up here, so I’ll see you in half an hour.
txrancher87: Okay, good. Thank you. That’s real nice of you.
Me: What can I say? I’m a nice boy.
Me:
txrancher87: I don’t know how to respond to that.
I laughed at Kit’s awkwardness, right as Rowdy found me in the hall. Gesturing to the phone, he up-nodded at me. “Hot date?”
“No. Guess who just DM’d me, though?” I asked, then answered before he could come up with some horrible reply. “Kit.”
Rowdy snorted. “Kit messaged you? Like, using an actual app?”
“Apparently.”
“Was he hitting on you?”
Rowdy, who insisted that Kit had a thing for me, had asked more or less the same question every time Kit’s name came up.
I rolled my eyes. “Would you stop? He would never hit on me.”
That didn’t mean I hated the idea—Kit was a successful, sexy businessman after all—but I knew a lost cause when I saw one.
“Then why is he messaging you?”
Rowdy, who’d already seen me work on Kit, knew to keep this next bit to himself.
“He did too much, and his knee is hurting again.”
Rowdy winced. “Poor guy. I hope you can get him to finally go to the doctor.”
“Let’s see if I can convince him to get it imaged this time.” I let out a frustrated breath. “Five bucks says he’s not wearing the brace.”
Rowdy snorted. “No way I’d take that bet. You’d have better luck convincing him to go to bed with you.”
