Hattie:But have you kissed him again? Gotta look on the bright side.
I chew my bottom lip as I stare at the screen. She’s still typing.
Hattie:Sooo I *might* have looked him up. Because what else do I have to do with my time when I’m not shelving books? Verdict: GORGEOUS. Seriously, if you don’t hook up with him, I willtry.
Margot:Hattie! Remember you’re literally married to my brother.
Hattie:Kidding! But fr it’s your moral obligation to hook up with him before some other baddie does.
Hattie:But how are things with you guys? Awkward or chill?
I think back over the day.
Yesterday, I wasconvincedI’d never be able to look him in the eye again.
It turns out being terrified for your life puts things in perspective. When I ran back into the kitchen that night, I wasn’t thinking about the kiss apocalypse much.
Or every wicked thing it means.
Like how his little boy found out and his little girl wants us to date.
Ugh.
I still haven’t told him that part.
It might look like I’m asking for a date, but no, that’s just my annoying subconscious.
I am self-aware.
And I’m not going to get emotionally tied up with anyone right now.
No more hookups.
No more drama.
Done.
If I have to bring in an army of battery-operated boyfriends to tide me over, hey, whatever.
A cool night breeze drifts in through the window. I inhale it slowly.
A little fresh air always helps me think.
I love the pine-scented coolness here so much I’m not worried about bringing a chill into the room. Hattie, who’s all cozy blankets, thinks I’m weird.
Not that awkward,I type back.We had a nice day in town with the kids. Had some lobster, ate ice cream, rode some horses. Nothing crazy.
Hattie:Yet. Just wait until you ride him.
I drop my phone, press my face into my hands, and groan.
She’s so bad.
Before I can tell her this is real life and not another spicy book, a noise catches my attention from the open window.
My heart ticks in my throat.
The low hum of a motor.
