Page 31 of Run, Little Bunny

“Why?”

“We’re both going to be busy, but at least we’ll be busy on weekends.”

“I think you’ll find time for me,” she flirts.

“I will,” I say, pulling her in for a delicate kiss. “That was hard on my ex.”

Anna perks up. “Tell me about her.”

“Why?” I ask, surprised.

“I’m curious.”

“We dated for a couple of years.”

“And?”

“She wanted to lock it down, but I wasn’t ready.”

Anna arches an eyebrow. “And now?”

“For the right person, I could be ready.” We hold a heated stare. “How do you know you want marriage and kids already?”

“I just do. Plus, I’m like my nephew’s second mom, and I love it.”

“So, stay-at-home mom?”

“Without the fifties sexism and financial domination.”

I laugh. “You’ve thought about this.”

“A lot.”

“I don’t usually talk about these things, but you’ve got me curious now. What do you mean by financial domination?”

“If I’m not going to generate income, then your money is our money—the end.”

Smirking, I love this. “Are you sure you’re twenty-two?”

“Are you sure you’re thirty-four?”

“No.” I chuckle. “So, did I do a good job with this date?”

“Yes.”

“Let me take you home.” I start the truck, noticing the look on Anna’s face. It’s like she’s sad. “Baby, what’s that face about?”

“You’re done with me already?”

I tap my phone to check the time. “Three hours isn’t enough for you?”

She nudges her shoulder into mine as I drive toward her apartment. Anna leans over, her hand sliding across my jeans, and I tense. I grip the steering wheel tighter as her hand starts rubbing me over my jeans.

AnnafuckingClark.

I narrow my eyes. “Are you teasing me, or are you serious right now?”

She giggles, and I bite my lip. While I’m not complaining, I know tonight’s not the night for that. I stop her hand, interlacing her fingers with mine.

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