Her eyes widen. “Are we going to the top?”
“We are.”
“Douglas.”
“What.”
“That is… so high.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I might not be.”
“Don’t worry.” I squeeze her hand. “I’ve got you.”
She studies me for a second.
“Okay,” she says quietly. “I believe you.”
On the elevator up, she continues to study me.
“So,” she says finally, leaning back against the wall. “Tell me something normal about you.”
“Normal.”
“Yeah. Like a regular person. Hobbies. Pets. Favorite cereal. Anything that makes you seem less like a man who disappears mid-date.”
I huff out a breath. “I had a dog.”
Her face lights up immediately. “You did?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind?”
“A brown one.”
She laughs. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only way I can describe him. He was a mutt.” I grin. “Is name was Ranger.”
She smiles. “Of course it was.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re exactly the kind of man who names his dog Ranger.”
I shake my head. “What about you?”
“Oh, I had a whole rotation,” she says. “Cats, mostly. One very aggressive hamster that I’m could hold a grudge.”
My eyebrow shoots up. “Against you?”
“Against everyone.” She grins.
“Do you have any pets now?” I ask.
“I wish. My apartment doesn’t allow them, but just as soon as I buy my own place, I’m adopting a whole zoo.”
