“You’re never at your other locations.”
Her eyes narrow.
“I can make a spreadsheet too. I went to B-school.”
“This one is my problem child. The other ones run like military operations.”
I kiss her once more then let her go.
This should be it. I should be bored.
I crested the mountain.
Won the auction.
Took a picture of the Instagram-famous view.
Have the trophy.
What I expected was a few more weeks of living the double life, then I’d get bored, just like with the goat farm.
God, I have to get rid of those things.
“Hey, you want to see some goats, Fidget? That’s in your wheelhouse, right?”
I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about Winnie.
It’s over.
I mean, I guess I can have sex with her a few more times, but usually, I’d be done by now. I mean, we had mostly vanilla sex on the couch, even, which hasn’t been anything I’ve been interested in for a long time.
In fact, women generally haven’t interested me in a long time.
Except Winnie.
But it was nice just to cuddle on the couch, let her play her fingers in my hair, see her wearing my shirt.
The goat farmis not in Fidget’s wheelhouse. She’s very unhappy I have taken her there, and she does not like the goats.
“Look,” I tell her as I set the hamburger in front of her on the car dashboard. “You cannot tell Winnie.” “Also,” I warn the dog as she pauses over the burger, “do not cockblock metonight. Capisce?”
Tonight.
I send Crawford’s man away after I drop off Fidget and change into my stalker outfit.
Sit in my favorite spot.
And just watch her go about her routine.
It’s like I want to be there with her.
In her life.
In her world.
Not just her bed.
Will I do it tonight?
