He didn’t say anything.
“Do you not want me to watch that movie?”she asked.“Tellthe truth.”
“You’ve only met a couple of the men.”
“And?”
Christ.
What was his problem with this?
“I want you to meet Hound first,” he blurted, he had no ideawhy, it just came out.
“I can do that, baby,” she said softly.
“Cool,” he muttered.
“Now, we’ve been together a lot.Do you want some space?”she asked.
“No,” he said immediately, watching her closely.“Do you?”
“Not even a little bit.Been waiting a long time for you.”
Thank fuck.
She put his burrito in front of him with the bottle of tacosauce and stood opposite him with hers.
Once there, she said, “There’ll come a time, probably, whenI’ll need my zone.Joany’s bitching about the fact we haven’t been out in awhile.But I’m digging where we’re at, you and me.We’re not open on Sundays,as you know, and I left the store to them last Saturday, so I think I shouldhang here for this one.But I’d love to go for another ride on Sunday, or justget out of town, even if it’s to go to Evergreen or Morrison for lunch.”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“Cool.”
He forked into his burrito, took a bite, then poured moretaco sauce on it.
“My man likes the spice,” she said.
He looked at her.“Yeah.”
She tipped her head to the side.“You okay?”
She was not going to watch that movie.
Not yet.
This meant he was okay, so he nodded.
“Okay,” she murmured, then forked into her own burrito.
“Don’t move that dining room table on your own,” he ordered.“I’ll get Dutch or one of the guys over and we’ll move it up here for you.”
She chewed her burrito, her eyes on him.
She then swallowed her bite and said to him, “You’re such aguy.”
“Well, yeah.”
“You know I move furniture, and shelves, and boxes aroundall the time.It’s part of my job,” she shared.
