Page 62 of Love Unforgettable
“Oh, right. Okay, well before that, I was speaking with Mavis and Babs.”
She nods for me to continue.
“And, uh, well, it seems they are hell bent on getting you and me together. And they want me to make it happen.”
“Excuse me?”
“They want us to make babies,” I snicker. “Like yesterday.”
I’m not gonna lie, part of me wants her to jump on that idea like white on rice.
She snorts. “You and me? That’s a good one.”
“What’s wrong with that idea?”
“Well, for one, you hurt my dog.”
I forgot about that.
“Okay, but I pa . . .” I stop, realizing I was about to admit that I paid the vet bill. And I’m sure I want her to know that quite yet. “Okay, what else?” I ask.
“But you what?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
Don’t tell her.
“I paid the vet bill for Sasha.”
You shouldn’t have told her.
“You . . .” Her mouth falls opens and her eyes widen. “Why would you do that?”
“It was the right thing to do,” I say.
“I don’t know if I’m pissed or touched.”
“Let’s go with touched,” I suggest.
“I think I’m pissed.”
“Good thing we agreed to be friends and move past this then, huh?”
“Hmph,” she grunts. I can see the glimpse of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
“Hell, you know I like you. What’s so wrong with the idea of bein’ friends?”
She shrugs.
“You did agree that we could be friends? And put it past us?”
She nods.
“So, if we are to adhere to the wishes of our elders, the way I see it, is we should be friends who are practicing at makin’ babies together.” I smile.
She looks at me with an expression I can’t quite identify. Interest? Disbelief?
