He rolled his eyes and headed for the door. “I’m going.”
“Ooh! Wait!” I jumped to my feet and rushed after him. “Don’t you want to stay and watch movies? I was planning this whole movie marathon.”
“I think I’d rather go home.”
“But I have dinner all planned and there’s so much food.”
His eyebrow quirked up at that. “Food?”
“I take it you weren’t prepared for this storm.”
“Not even a little.”
“So…” I smiled at him. “You could hang out here with me. I mean, I won’t expect you to be nice or anything. You don’t have to smile or pretend to like me. You can just watch movies and scowl at me the whole time. You can even tell me how much you hate the movies. I promise not to expect anything more.”
His eyes drifted outside to the storm. The way it was blowing, it was bound to be crazy for at least the rest of the day and well into the night. At least, that’s the way they were predicting it.
“I have lots of cozy blankets,” I teased.
“Yeah, because I’m a man who likes cozy blankets,” he muttered.
“You could be.”
Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “What movies were you going to watch?”
“Well, I thought I’d watchLegally Blondeone and two?—”
“I’m out.”
I grabbed his arm as he headed for the door. “I’m kidding. I was going to have aLord Of The Ringsmarathon. The movies are long enough to last for hours, and they’re also perfect for napping under a big, cozy blanket in my pajamas. It’s really a win-win.”
Maybe it was the huge grin on my face, or the roast beef sandwich I had made earlier, but I could feel him slowly giving in every second he stood there. It would only take my final admission to pull him over to my side.
“I have beer.”
“I’m in.”
13
JR
I had to be insane.What the hell was I thinking? I shouldn’t have stayed at her house. Not when she had the mutt inside, and definitely not while she danced around in her Christmas pajamas.
It was April.
“Popcorn?”
“Sure,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure this was really a good idea. I should probably just leave now before it was considered rude to walk out.
“You’re gonna love this popcorn. It’s my own special blend,” she called from the kitchen.
The dog looked up at me, and I swear to God, he frowned. He didn’t like the idea either. He whined as his tail thumped against the floor, begging me to take him with me.
“You’re not going anywhere. It’s too cold outside, and you’re not getting into my house.”
He whimpered again, this time cocking his head to the side.
“No, it’s not happening. You can stay here with the crazy lady, and I’ll go home where I still have some sanity left.”
