Page 99 of Let's Get Textual

“You’re not naked.”

“Very astute observation.”

“But I thought you’d be naked. I thought there’d be hot wild sex.”

“There’s a goat waiting for us in the car…”

Zach groans. “He’s such a little cockblocker.”

I snicker. “Come on, help me grab my bags.”

“Bags? Plural?”

“What? I wasn’t sure which outfit your dad would like the most, so I packed a variety.”

He drops his head into his hands. “Stop it, Delia.”

“Never.” I point to my bags. “Grab those. I’ll fetch the snacks.”

“You brought snacks? Aren’t you supposed to starve yourself Thanksgiving morning so you’re nice and hungry before dinner and can gorge?”

I point at myself. “This is me we’re talking about here. Do youreallywant me to gohourswithout eating?”

“Excellent point. I don’t want to be trapped in a car for two hours with a hangry food-whore. Grab those snacks—hell, grab extras.”

“Extras? Don’t be mean about it.”

“I’m not, I’m not. Just being…smart about it.”

I smile and shake my head. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you?”

He shrugs. “I have my moments.”

I head to the kitchen to grab the bag full of goodies I packed while he hoists my bags up on his shoulders.

“You ready?”

“Yep. Let’s hit the road.”

“You still nervous?”

“Only a little bit. I’m more excited now than anything—just about dinner though, not meeting your parents.”

We exit my apartment and I make sure to double-check I’ve locked the door. Zach throws my bags inside his trunk and I notice there are two bags in there for him.

“And you judged me for having two bags.”

“What? Oh, no. Only one of those is mine.”

I look at him, confused.

“The other one is for Marshmallow.”

“Our goat has his own suitcase?”

Zach’s smile lights up his face and he’s staring at me like I’m the greatest person alive.

“What?” I ask.

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