Page 68 of Real Good Man


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“I already told you that nothing did,” I huffed in exasperation.

“Right, right, but just because he didn’t kiss you doesn’t mean nothing else happened.”

“Like what? I stubbed my toe. Does that count?”

She quirked an eyebrow at me. “Did he kiss it and make it better?”

“Suck my toe? No, he did not put my toe anywhere near his mouth. Gross.”

She shrugged lightly. “I don’t know. Fergie did it. Maybe there’s something we’re missing out on.”

She flung the door open and walked inside, her shoulders sagging in disappointment. “That’s it?”

“What were you expecting? Chalk outlining our positions on the couch?”

“It would have been nice,” she sighed. “Some of us need details in our lives.”

“There are no details to give,” I reiterated. “Because nothing happened.”

“That time,” she grinned, spinning to face me again. “Josie and the Grump.”

“What?”

“My book title,” she sighed dreamily. “No, that’s too cliché.The Hunky, Grumpy Neighbor.”

I grimaced at her title.

“No good?”

“Not even a little.”

“Well, I’ll keep working on it.”

“Since when do you write books?”

“Oh, since everyone comes into my shop and gossips about everything. Seriously, I get some great ideas. So, when it’s not busy, I do a little plotting, do a little writing?—”

“Get down tonight?”

“Basically,” she smirked. Then she turned to me in shock. “Wait, where was Sawyer during all of this?”

“He’s out of town. I had to make him leave. He was driving me crazy with his moping and whining, so I told him to get away for a while.”

“During a snowstorm? Didn’t they need him at the mountain rescue?”

I snorted at that. “I’m pretty sure they were extra happy that I told him to leave. If you haven’t noticed his trail of tears around town, you’d be the only one.”

“Well, bummer. He could have given me the play-by-play.”

“Ew, Ellie!”

“It’s not like I expect him to watch or anything, but think of all the juicy details he could have given me!”

“I can absolutely guarantee that if Sawyer had been here, JR would have fled for the hills.”

“Hmm, if only he could have walked that far in the snowstorm,” she said innocently.

“Don’t you have someplace to be? Someone else to torture?”