Shit.
I think I’m blushing.
“Glad you liked Goldie.”
“I want to hold your hand right now so I can squeeze it to say thank you for introducing us.”
“We’ll be in a dark movie theater in a few minutes here.”
Her smile grows.
My dick twitches.
Dark movie theater with a pretty date—this was an excellent idea.
28
Ziggy
What’sthe word for when you like someone so much that your heart beats a little faster every time you see them, you find yourself smiling for no reason in the middle of the day, and you catch yourself picking up the heart-shaped pasta instead of the regular spaghetti noodles when you make an impromptu menu plan change merely because you want to use heart-shaped pasta?
It’s not love.
I haven’t known Holt long enough for this to be love.
It’s more than like though.
Enchantment?
Thepuppylove stage?
Obsession?
Whatever it is, it’s what I have after a couple weeks of lying to my family about who my landlord is and why he’sletting me stay after he’s back, all while spending every night in his bed.
The people around me are starting to notice my glow.
Thankfully, they still attribute it to pregnancy.
Mostly.
Miranda isn’t fooled though, though she was absolutely bought off with the cherry hand pies.
The same cherry hand pies that got me—let’s call itrewarded for good kitchen behavior.
I might have made them again this past weekend too.
And I saved a few for Miranda again. I think she knows what I got out of them at home, though she didn’t do anything beyond smirk at me when I said I had a craving.
She swings into my office shortly after I get in for the day about two weeks after the incident with Jessica in the lobby. I’m late today, but with good reason.
I had my first appointment with my new doctor.
“Heads up—Dad’s in today,” she murmurs.
He’s not in every day. Holt wasn’t wrong when he pointed out that the cost of the rugby team is in the noise for Roland Keating. He sits on the board of at least three big engineering firms around the city, plus he’s built and sold at least four other businesses himself. He’s not fully self-made—his parents were comfortable enough to give him seed money for his first business—but he’s worked hard to grow what he started with.
He keeps busy with his hands in a lot of different interests and has for as long as I’ve known him. Mom occasionally drops the retirement word, but it’s more wishful thinking than a true possibility.
