I whack him with the back of my hand.
“Waiting room is the third door on your left. Someone will come grab you from there. You’ll go in by yourself, and then they’ll bring your husband in when they’re done with the measurements.”
“Thank you,” I say, taking back my ID.
I turn over my shoulder and see Bo smiling broadly. “After you,wife.” He extends his arm out toward the waiting room.
I roll my eyes and lead the way.
We sit in the last two available seats next to one another in the otherwise crowded room. Bo plays peek-a-boo with a little girl standing on the chair across from us. Her mom thanks him with ogling, overly appreciative eyes.
In an attempt to thwart her, I place my hand on Bo’s arm, leaning in to speak to him. Except I did it without thinking of something to say first, and now he’s stuck still, waiting for me to speak with his head tilted toward me.
“I’m nervous,” I say. Partially because it’s true, and also because I’m not that quick on my feet.
“What can I do?” he asks. “Peek-a-boo?”
I smirk, shaking my head. “Tell me something. A story about you. A distracting one.”
He nods, crossing one leg over the other. “Okay…” he says, bending toward me. “Want to hear about my first kiss?”
“Was it embarrassing?”
“A little.”
“Thenyes, definitely.”
He laughs, then licks his lips before he speaks. “I was sixteen and the only one out of my friends who hadn’t had their first kiss yet. I didn’t think to lie about it, but in hindsight I should have, because they teased merelentlessly. Anyway, a few months into grade eleven, there was a school fundraiser where all the juniors and seniors slept at the school overnight.”
I huff.Who would possibly think that’s a good idea?
“I know,” Bo says, “who could have possibly thoughtthatwas a good idea?”
Hey, that’s what I said.
“So I’m at the fundraiser, alone in the band room, because all my friends are drunk and wandering around elsewhere, and I didn’t know what else to do. Eventually, I started messing around with the instruments. I was hoping a nice young lady would wander past and be lulled in by my saxophone skills.”
“Naturally,” I interject.
He scoffs, brushing a hand over his face. “And a group of girlsdidcome in. One of them I recognised from the senior band. But we’d never talked before. She sat in the corner with her friends, and they were pretty much ignoring me, butshekept looking over. So I kept playing. About an hour later, her friends left, and she stayed behind. She broke the silence by complimenting my technique. Sweet, right?” he asks, his obvious embarrassment as to whatever comes next causing a nervous laugh to break free.
“Yes…” I say cautiously. “Oh god, what did you say?”
Bo looks up to the sky, wincing. “I said… want to see what else these lips can do?”
I gasp. “No!”
“Yep,” he says, his eyes closed and nodding.
“And that…worked?”
“It did.” He leans back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Before Halloween,thatwas my quickest close.”
“Oh, youclosedme, huh?”
His eyes drift around the room, to my tilted smirk, then to my stomach with a quirked brow. “Sure as hell seems like it.”
“Well, you better rein it in, lover boy. No more unexpected pregnancies for you.”
