Snap loved our little cloud as much as I did.
“Right, then we’ll meet him for a drink or something.”
“That’ll work,” he muttered.
“Is that it?”I asked.
“No,” he answered.
Man!
I’d had a tough evening, on my feet making drinks, worriedabout Beck, now all was good (or goodish) I just wanted to finish mybeer, make love to my guy, and go to sleep.
“What?”I prompted.
“Shy made an approach.He and Tab want things settled withall of us.”
This confused me.
“Settled how?”
“Shy didn’t do you right,” he began to explain.“And byextension, Tab was involved in that.They feel that and have for a while, butdefinitely now that you’re back in the fold.They want to make sure all iscopasetic in the family.”
“Well, I suppose we can all have a drink too, but that’sstill absurd.”
“Sorry?”he asked.
“I dated Shy for what?A month or so?He broke it off withme, started it up with Tabby, they got married and had a baby.Sure, it hurtback then but back then was back then and I’ve moved on.It’s not like Adamchucked Eve aside for a biker princess and they have to apologize to God.People get together.They break up.They move on.It is what it is and that waswhat it was and we’re all someplace else now.No need to make a big thing aboutit.”
“Fuck, how much more can I love you?”
I felt every one of those words sink right through my skinand make a beeline to my heart.
“That’s so weird,” I replied.“All the time I ask myself thesame thing.”
At my words, Snapper’s entire demeanor changed and I had afeeling they’d found their way to his heart too.
And that made me happy.
“Time to finish your beer, Rosie,” he declared.
I knew it wasn’t time to finish my beer.
It was time to go up to bed.
Together.
So I did something I hadn’t done since I was twenty yearsold.
I chugged an almost full beer.
Then I made out with my man in the kitchen with both of ussmiling through it because Snapper clearly thought watching me chug a beer wasfunny and I was happy he thought I was funny.
I tossed my bottle.
Snap and I shut down the house.
And we headed up to bed.
