“Of course he did,” Cris said.
“He stayed.”
The woman behind me clutched her chest. “Oh my god.”
“He cooked for me.”
“Hot.”
“It was terrible. He checked the locks on my doors.”
“Extremely hot.”
“He unpacked my kitchen.”
Morgan pointed a chopstick at me. “That is marriage behavior.”
“He made sure I ate.”
Cris leaned back in her chair. “You’re describing a dream man.”
I rubbed my temples. “That’s exactly the problem.”
“Why is that a problem?” Jamie said.
“He’s… very competent.”
They stared at me.
“That’s the complaint?” Alex asked.
“I have complicated feelings about people doing things for me.”
Morgan huffed. “You’re telling us a giant attractive man showed up, fed you, fixed your house, and you’reconflicted?”
“Yes.”
“You’re insane.”
“That’s rude,” I said.
“It’s accurate.”
The woman in the booth nodded vigorously. “She’s right.”
Morgan leaned closer. “Do you like him?”
Four faces waited for an answer they already suspected.
My brain immediately began assembling defensive arguments.
Too soon. Too complicated. Too many variables.
Unfortunately, none of those arguments actually answered the question.
I hesitated, and that was answer enough for them.
“Oh my god,” Cris said. “Youlikehim.”
