I choke out a bitter laugh. “That’s one way to put it. I usually prefer to call her a bitch.”
Johnny laughs. “Yeah, I didn’t think that would be polite to say. We were only there for fifteen minutes after all.”
“Well, that’s fourteen minutes more than most people need to decide she’s a bitch. You are a very good person, Johnny Donovan.”
He stops and pulls me into his arms. A kiss lights on the top of my head. “I was trying to be nice, for your sake. But if I hadn’t pulled you out of there, I would have had some choice words to say to your mother. Bitch was the least offensive of the lot.”
I giggle into his chest. “How about I take you out for dinner and you tell me all of them?”
He leans back, and I look up in to his eyes. “That sounds perfect.” He cups my face and kisses me.
And it’s perfect.
And that’s when it hits me.
I love this man.
Fuck.
