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“She made me feel like I would personally insult God if I didn’t attend,” he defended lamely.“Plus, I figured that if I went, then she’d leave me alone after that.I can...I can go, then tell her that it’s not for me, but that I wish her well.End of story.”
“So, what?”I asked.“You need me to set your house on fire to get you out of it?”
Myer’s green eyes blinked at me as his head jerked back a bit.“What?No.Are you crazy?”
“Hey, I’m not the one who agreed to attend one of Louise’s prayer meetings,” I fired back.
Ignoring that, he said, “I need you to go with me.”
I automatically laughed at that, but when he didn’t join in, I realized that he was serious.“Are you for real right now?You...you want me to go with you?”
“Are you really going to let me go there alone?Unarmed?”he countered.
“Go eat some gas station sushi or something to get out of it,” I advised him.“I am not going to one of Louise’s anything for any reason.”
“Seriously?You’d rather I poison myself than help me out?”he squawked.“After everything that we’ve been through together?”
“And instead of taking responsibility for not heeding my warnings, you want to take me down that dark, disturbed, insane rabbit hole with you?”I shot back.
“I’ll babysit Harvey,” he offered.“Whenever you need.”
My back straightened at that, my arms crossing over my chest.“What else?”
“That’s not enough?”
“Not on your life,” I replied seriously.“If I’m going to have to suffer whatever it is that happens at Louise’s prayer meetings, then I need more than babysitting Harvey.”
“Okay, then what else is it that you want from me?”
The question had been an innocent one.
A favor for a favor.
Prid quo pro.
However, my mind immediately slid into the gutter, thinking of all the things that I’d love from this six-foot-two, dark-haired, green-eyed god.Truth be told, I wanted him to rock my world all night long, putting an end to my dry spell, and also saving me money on batteries.
Doing everything that I could to keep from fanning myself, I asked, “Can you cook?”
“Of course,” he drawled out.“I’m a grown man.”
“Something besides macaroni and cheese?”
He shot me a look, saying, “Spit out your demands, woman.”
If only I could.
“Babysit Harvey, cook me dinner once a month for six months, and pull the weeds from my yard for life,” I said, the list sad but useful.
“Deal,” he immediately agreed, and it was hard not to assume that he was single.I mean, surely, if he had a girlfriend, dinner wouldn’t be happening, right?
“What time is the meeting?”
“Five,” he answered, looking less stressed out.“It’s for an hour, but we can stay for dinner if we want to.Dinner is from six to seven.”
“And get roofied?”I snorted.“Yeah, no thanks.”
His lips twitched at that, but all he said was, “I’ll be back at five, and then we can walk over together.”
