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Is this why they never call me back?!
Is this why I spend most of my Friday and Saturday nights watching cozy old movies like Chocolat and reading romance novels filled with danger, but vibrator approved scenes and have classic literary debates about historical versus ideological feuds with Noodle when the city librarian I text with is working the weekend?
Yes, I swear I hear Gam Gam whisper.
Gam Gam who should be off doing whatever it is old, ghostly, women should do on Saturday nights, which I’m pretty sure isn’t spy on their grandchildren!
“Busy?” Hogan asks in such a way that even if I were I would find a way not to be.
“Why?” Cuddling my cat closer precedes me gently rubbing his head. “Do you really wanna spend your Saturday night doing homework?”
“No,” he promptly retorts, “but I do really wanna spend my Saturday night with you.”
Well.
Hm.
Okay.
What?
What am I supposed to say to that?!
And why would he say that?!
Especially with me looking like this?!
I quickly steal a glimpse of the hot mess that was never meant to see the light of day and instantaneously become painfully aware of how bad this looks.
Ohmygod, I look like fucking Mary Poppins on laundry day.
“So,” the charmer sporting dark jeans, a dark blue tee, and his biker man vest – er cut – cockily grins again, “busy?”
“Mowwwwwwww,” Noodle rudely answers on my behalf.
“Was that a no?” Small chortles escape the deliciously burly younger man. “’Cause that sounded like he said no.”
Traitor.
Traitor with a tail!
“Struggle to understand your own voice but no struggle whatsoever to understand cat?”
“Or bird,” Hogan playfully announces. “I’m really, really good at speaking pelican.”
“Prove it,” leaves my lips before I can think better of it.
“Get on my bike with me and I will.”
Speechlessness is the only response I’m capable of.
Because…what exactly am I supposed to say?!
Yes, let me hop on your motorcycle and literally ride off into the sunset with you?!
This isn’t a Minka Knight novel!
That’s not how real life unfolds!
