I get her inside without slipping, and she squeals all over again. “It’s Fred and Miss Doodles!”
I’ve been dashing back and forth between my house and Laney’s to check on them. Sooner or later, we’ll combine the litter again. Probably sooner.
We just have to decide whose house they live in or how often we want to transport them between our houses.
But that’s not the bigger problem right now. “Shit.”
“What? Was that a surprise? That couldn’t be a surprise. I knew they existed, and you kept leaving me to check on them.”
No, theshitis more about my shortsightedness. Two chairs in the living room.
No couch.
Huh.
Maybe all’s not lost.
She’ll have to sit in my lap.
Or we’ll have to sit together in bed.
Did I make my bed?
Do I care?
“Nothing to prop your leg up on,” I tell her.
She makes the squinty face that means she’s debating if she believes me or not.
I’m not lying.
That is definitely one of the many thoughts flying through my head.
“To the kitchen with you,” I tell her. “Best option right now for boring people with day jobs.”
She ruffles my hair and kisses my cheek.
I love that she knows I’m teasing.
And I love that she’s working from home for enough weeks that the gossip about us in her office will have probably died down by the time she makes it back there. And she says her parents have our backs.You were working behind a paywall, she keeps telling me.Not walking around in public flashing everyone. Anyone who’s seen your penis knew what they were signing up for, and that’s on them.It takes two sides to make a naked inspirational knitter successful.
“If you get your work done early,” I tell her, “we’ll go sledding.”
“Meanie.”
“I’m serious. Your leg’s wrapped up tight. Probably safer today than it was last week. I’ll pick a small hill.”
“Tell me you didn’t go sledding when you broke your arm.”
“I did not go sledding when I broke my arm.”
She lifts her brows at me while I settle her in at the table and slide a second chair over for her leg.
And I grin. “It was September. Hadn’t snowed yet. Be right back. Fred might sniff you. He’s getting braver. Treats are here if you want to try them.”
I leave her with a bag of cat treats and head back out to her car to grab her crutches and the big-ass purse with her computer in it. I’ve barely retrieved them when once again, I’m cringing as I hear a noise.
Whyare there tires crunching on my gravel?
