My lovely Christine had allowed me to drive and I had to admit, I was having a good time in a getaway car. I constantly glanced in all three mirrors to ensure we weren’t being followed and she was even providing me with alternate directions than taking the highway to get to her house.
“You remember all those attributes they accused me of using?”
“You ran at super shifter speed.”
Chuckling, I turned my head, noticing she was still panting, but her condition had nothing to do with running through the parking lot.
“You bet I ran. I sensed you were being chased and that wasn’t something I was going to allow to happen.”
“You could feel that I was stressing?”
“You bet, bad bunny,” I told her.
She was taking deep breaths. “So it’s true.”
“What, that we’re connected?”
When she didn’t answer right away, I glanced in her direction again. She had a mischievous look on her face. “That you’re falling in love with me.”
“What? Why do you think… Wait a minute. You were in the bathroom. Weren’t you?”
She held up her hand, palm forward. “Guilty as charged.”
I’d be damned. What in the world was I going to do with her? “Remember that communication I talked about? We definitely are going to work on it.”
“Take the next right. The first left after that and we’re there.”
She was enjoying the hell out of herself while I’d sprinted over people, security guards, bleachers, and had literally skated my way into a maintenance room where I’d yanked off my skates before taking off running. All I’d been able to think about was getting to her. Protecting her.
Why hadn’t I realized that she was in the bathroom? Maybe because I’d been too distraught. Whatever the case, she wasn’t getting away from me again.
“What did you think of the game?” I asked as I made the turn she’d pointed out.
“I think I was wrong.”
“What were you so wrong about?”
“I think I like hockey players.”
Instead of pulling down her street, I parked on the street just before hers. “That’s good since you and I are engaged.” Maybe ifI said it enough times she would finally accept it. Oh, who was I kidding? She wasn’t the kind of woman who could be pressured. I’d need to convince her.
Several times.
“Where’s my ring?” she asked before opening the door.
“It’s coming. As long as you’re a good girl.” We slipped out into the night and she allowed me to take her by the hand. As we stood under the stars, she tipped her head toward the sky and the bright moon. “Now, the moon is full.”
“Yes, it is. And look. I’m not a hairy monster.”
“Not yet.”
“That won’t happen tonight.”
She turned toward me, picking at my jersey. “But it will need to happen before the wedding.”
“Are you sure you can handle the real me?”
“Oh, I’m certain. But come on. Let’s see just how much I can handle.” She led me down the street toward her house.
