boyfriend.
“Huh, not exactly what I’d call an expert
source. And then we’re talking about Rain, the
only woman on the planet who is intelligent,
beautifulandsensual.”
“Gee, thanks,” I reply dryly, holding the tray
against my chest.
“Don’t get into a hissy Erin, you know what I
mean.”
“Sure I do Patrick, perfectly: you’re an asshole.
What did women ever do to you?”
“Women?” He breaks out in a rude laugh.
“Women don’t have any effect on me and you
know it. Or maybe they do have an effect but I
doubt you’d want to hear the details.” He
concludes, chuckling.
I know Patrick well by now. I’ve been working
in this pub for about a year and I’ve met all his
women. His general rule of thumb is to have two
women a week and with no strings attached.
And I shake my head and turn away from him
because tonight I don’t feel like going over the
same old conversations again. We all know
Patrick’s got some kind of allergy to the words
relationship,coupleand most of all,love.
Just in that moment, Rain makes her entry. Her
face is red and she’s winded. She must have run to
get here and I feel guilty for having made her
worry and drop everything to come.
“Hey,” she says, running across to hug me, “I
