Chapter Nine
Libra
“Guess what?”I say as I pull up a chair in Bella’s office.An office so small there’s only room for a desk and two chairs.
“What?”She’s distracted, looking at something on her computer screen.I know she’s listening, though.
“I got asked out.”
“Yeah?”She’s leaning closer to the screen.The woman needs glasses, but she’s too stubborn to admit it.
“By an alien from outer space.He’s very green.”
“Ha ha.I was listening, you jerk.”Looking up at me, she smiles.“Was it Wilton?”
Wilton Fink.Of course, she’d think it was Wilton.He’s been asking me out for ten years.The thing is, Wilton is older than my father.Ick.
“No.”I roll my eyes.“This was a real man.”I lean forward, resting my elbows on her desk.“He came in here.”I point at her desk.“And got some treats and brought them out to the Little house.”
“He did?”Her brows furrow, and like a lightbulb went off inside her head, she gasps.“Wait one minute.Did you get two coffees too?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.My.God.Him?”she squeaks.“That guy was smokin’ hot.”
I nod.He is smoking hot, which is why my face morphs from a cocky smile into something less confident.
Why would a hot guy askmeout?
“Don’t do that,” she snaps.
“What?”
“Make that face.”
“I’m not making a face.”
“You don’t think I can tell when you’re letting your stupid insecurities creep into your head?”
“Hey!”I shout.“My insecurities aren’t stupid.”They’re real as hell.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I’m fat.”
“You’re not fat,” Bella snaps.“You’re womanly.”
A snort escapes.She’s always saying ridiculous shit like that.“If you tell me I’ve got childbearing hips, I’m going to slap you.”
She laughs.“We both have childbearing hips.”
“I’ve got hips to birth triplets.You, not so much.”
“Stop.”She holds up her hand.“Let’s go back.How the hell did that happen?Where did you meet him?What’s his name?Where’s he from?”
My turn to hold up my hand.“One question at a time, Katie Couric.”
“Fine.”She sighs, exasperated.Holding up her pointer finger, she says, “One.What’s his name?”
