I read his text, then reread it.He wants me to visit?
Me: You want me to visit?
Cooke: Sure. Bring along some of your mates.
Oh, okay. For a second there, I thought he wanted to seeme.
Cooke:How’s the pub?
Me: Fine.
Cooke:Only fine?
Me:No, good. I’ve a lot to learn, but it’s a useful skill. I can always fall back to it if I need to.
Cooke:?
Me:You know, if I need a second job down the road, I can always bartend.
Cooke:I see.
I can’t think of anything else to say. I’m not feeling very talkative tonight.
Me:I’m probably moving out of my house.
Cooke:Why?
Me: Long story.
My computer buzzes suddenly. I hit the FaceChat button. “Hello?”
“Love. Tell me the long story.”
With a sigh, I do.
“Where will you go, Quinn?”
I love how he says my name. Lying down on my stomach, facing the computer, I honestly answer with “I don’t know. There’s not a lot available, especially in my price range.” I decide to add, “I didn’t say that so you’d send more money, either. Please don’t send more money.”
Cooke chuckles. “You could use the money I already sent to—”
“No.”
He chuckles louder this time. “You’re a lot different than any of the girls….”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, so I ask, “How so?”
“Most women have only wanted me for my money.”
“I highly doubt that, Cooke. Have you looked in the mirror?”
“Aye. But I hopeyousee there’s more to me than a pretty face.”
“Sure.” At that, he laughs loud and long, which makes me start to laugh right along with him. “I think you’re going insane, Cooke.”
“Aye. Insane for you.”
Huh?I’m about to ask him what he means by that when there’s a knock at my door. “Hang on, Cooke.”
