I smiled, dropped a heart on her last text and sent one to Dream.
Heads up. Knox and I are coming out at the Sunday lunch with M&D.
Not long later, my phone buzzed to tell me Dream had dropped a thumbs up on it.
Not long after that, I got another text from Knox.
How did I get on a wedding committee?
I busted out laughing.
I sent him a shrug emoji. I followed that up with a kiss emoji (the one that was just the lips). And I followed that with, We don’t have any choice. We’re going.
He didn’t drop a thumbs up on the text. He sent the emoji.
After that, I got back to work.
After work, we went home, took Jacques out for a good walk then were back at my place, and Knox was putting the leash on the hook, muttering, “I hope I’m cleared to drive tomorrow because this ride thing is sucking huge.”
“My poor baby,” I cooed as I hit the fridge to get a drink. “Want a beer?”
“Yeah.”
I got his beer. Then, since the bottle of red was opened, I went for that.
He was on the couch with the TV on.
I looked at the TV, then to him, scrunched my lips to the side, all of this before I walked his beer to him.
“Thanks, baby,” he muttered to the TV as he took the beer.
I sat cross-legged beside him.
“Uh, Knox?”
“Yeah?” he said to the TV.
“Can we have a short but important convo?”
He turned his head to me. “What’s up?”
“Well—”
His eyes narrowed on me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“So, what’s up?”
Before I could answer, a knock came at the door.
“I’ll get it,” Knox said, angling out of the couch, putting his beer on the coffee table, and Jacques kept him company as he went to the door.
He looked through the peephole, smiled, opened the door and stepped aside.
Shirleen strode in, and Jacques barked his greeting to her.
She sent kissy noises to him while I greeted, “Hey, Shirleen.”
