“Then you should have moved them,” I argued.
“Right, I’ll move them even though that was the only place for me to hold onto.”
The dresser was killing my back. We’d been moving furniture in all day, and I was exhausted.
“Set it down.”
“Thank God!”
We lowered it to the ground carefully, then both of us leaned heavily on the top of it.
“You know, when I said I would help, I didn’t realize you’d be using me as manual labor the whole day.”
“It hasn’t been all day,” I muttered.
“Michael, the sun is setting. We haven’t even eaten anything all day. My stomach is eating my insides!”
“You should have taken Blake up on her offer to make you something.”
He grimaced at the thought. “She said she would dig up something to eat. Now, I’m no expert on cooking, but she doesn’t exactly seem like the homemaker type. Maybe you could have Ma give her some lessons.”
“Sure, I’ll mention that right now. That would turn out great, considering the meltdown she had earlier.”
He winced slightly. “Well, maybe notrightnow. Give it a day or two. Hey, maybe you could fake food poisoning, and then you could let it slip that it was her food that made you sick.”
Seriously, this guy knew nothing about relationships. “She’s already freaking out about our relationship. Throwing food poisoning in there would only make her think it was some sort of sign that we weren’t supposed to be together.”
“Or that she’s deadly even in the kitchen,” he grinned. “It could be like a marital slogan.”
“Again, not the way I would choose to make her feel better about herself.”
“I don’t get why she’s freaking out. You guys seem so solid.”
I glanced down the hall, making sure she was out of earshot. “Well, we didn’t exactly have a normal romance. There was no dating. It was just a lot of fucking in heated situations.”
Grinning, he nodded at me. “Nice. How can I find me a girl like that?”
“You can’t,” I snapped. “First of all, if you were in a life and death situation, it would probably be the girl who got you out of it.”
“Hey—”
“And second, handling a life and death situation requires finesse that you just don’t have.”
He narrowed his eyes accusingly at me. “Didn’t you say you shot her?”
“On accident,” I argued. “And it wasn’t like that won me brownie points.”
“I don’t get why you think I couldn’t handle a woman like Blake. I could so handle her.”
I snorted at that, ready to get back to work. “Pick up your end.”
“Wait, you don’t think I could handle a Blake?”
“I don’t think you could handle a Bailey.”
His jaw dropped in shock. You would have thought I had just told him he was a girl.
“Look, it’s nothing against you, man. You’re just…smaller than the rest of us.”
