He looks shocked. His eyebrows are halfway up to his hairline. “Really? You want to ride on the back of my bike?” He pulls me into him again.
“What?” Is he upset about that? “We don’t have to.”
“Only my old lady rides on the back of my bike.”
“Right. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” I thought he said he didn’t have an old lady. Once again, I’ve misunderstood the rules of the game. When will I ever learn?
“If you get on the back of my bike, Lainie. It’s official.”
“Official?”
“My very own old lady.”
“Really? Are you serious?”
“As the dead.”
“Alright then. I’ll wear jeans.”
“Good. Pick you up at seven. Bring a jacket.”
“Okay. I’ll be ready.”
“Text me your address later.” He pats my bottom. “I need to get back to work. And so do you.”
“Will you sign off on those invoices for me?”
“Sure thing. Hand ‘em over.” He quickly reviews them, initialing the ones I can pay.
We finish up our business, and with a quick kiss, he’s out the door first. I smile, watching him and his cute butt as he goes. Sighing, I gather up the papers and hug them to my chest. Now that I have a minute, it hits me. I think I’ve got a boyfriend. A real one. A chill runs down my back. A realhotone. Who’da thunk it? Lainie Palmer landed herself a hottie.
