“He had his own blanket,” I argued.
“It’s a good thing you’re such a good neighbor,” she said sweetly, finally looking at me again.
I opened my mouth, but the argument died on my lips until I remembered the next morning. “I kicked him in the balls!”
Cocking her head at me, she studied me for a moment. “So many excuses. I wonder what you’ll come up with next,” she said, walking away from me.
“It’s not an excuse!” I yelled, chasing her down. “I really did kick him in the balls!”
She spun so suddenly, I nearly skidded into her. “What were you doing when this supposed ball-kicking incident occurred?”
My mouth gaped like a fish. I hadn’t considered that I might have to tell her. “Okay, in the spirit of full disclosure, I was sleeping.”
Her eyes widened at the juicy tidbit. “In bed?”
“On the couch.”
“Close quarters,” she mused. “Very interesting.”
“I was just laying there,” I argued. “He was on the other end of the couch!”
“Where your feet were draped across him?”
“You’re spinning everything around. You’re confusing me!”
“Josie’s got a crush,” she sang. “Josie and JR sitting in a tree—No, that doesn’t sound right. Is his name really JR?”
“That’s still to be determined.”
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
“There was no kissing!” I yelled, catching up as she made her way to my door. “I mean, not that time, but?—”
She spun around again, gasping as her eyes went wide. “He kissed you?”
“Yes, but?—”
“Details. Now.”
“It wasn’t like that,” I rambled. “It was more one of those angry kisses. I had been harassing him about the dog, and he was pissed at me. And then he sort of just grabbed me and kissed the hell out of me, but then he told me to get out and slammed the door in my face. I hardly think that counts as some sort of love match or a real kiss.”
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered. “He angry kissed you. That is so hot.”
“It’s not hot. It’s?—”
“Hot.”
“No, it’s weird and?—”
“Hot. Completely, one-hundred percent hot.”
“And weird.”
“But hot,” she grinned, spinning on her heel to open my front door.
“Where are you going?”
“To check out the scene of the…” she spun again. “Did anything happen during this so-called snowed-in experience?”
