But the funeral for Grandma and Grandpa is coming soon, and I need a distraction.
Once it’s over, I at least have training in Pendleton to look forward to.
I’m really going to have to beg Sawyer to get his help moving my camper. I doubt he’s going to want to take the six hour drive like he did last year.
RacingQueen: Okay, I read it.
TheBigO: Well? Honest reactions.
RacingQueen: It was better than I expected. The MC was a badass.
TheBigO: See? Sometimes it’s fun to try new things.
RacingQueen: Says the guy who won’t read romance?
I shouldn’t tease him. But who thinks it’s fake?
People fall in love every day. Or want to. That’s why it’s like abilliondollar industry.
I love it because I can check out of the world for a little while.
TheBigO: It’s unrealistic.
RacingQueen: And someone hacking a global database with a paperclip is?
TheBigO: Like having a werewolf for a boyfriend?
That makes me laugh. Yea, fine.
Well, shit. Maybe he should read one?
RacingQueen: I think that’s a good place to start. There’s something to be said about him being feral over his mate.
There’s a long pause.
Every time I start to wonder if I’ve pushed too far.
Screw it, though. I shouldn’t have to tiptoe around some random dude on the internet. If he doesn’t like it, he’s welcome to not talk to me.
I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not, even if he is like eighty.
Hmm. Maybe I should check?
RacingQueen: You aren’t elderly with a heart issue, are you? I mean, before I send you my book suggestion, I don’t want to cause any side effects.
TheBigO: No.
RacingQueen: Young then? Are you even old enough to read spicy books?
TheBigO: Seriously?
Gosh, he’s justfullof information.
Whatever. Maybe he’s trying to keep things private?
I can understand that.
In fact…
