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“Gosh, I don’t know. Fifth-grade field trip to the Liberty Bell?”
“Ugh, the Liberty Bell sucks.”
“Yes! I say that all the time! The Liberty Bell sucks!”
“I mean, I can certainly appreciate what it represents,” he continues, “but who wants to wait in a long line to see a huge cracked bell that doesn’t even ring anymore?”
“Dude, you are so speaking my language right now!”
“Alright, it’s settled then. Sunday. Philly Day. You and me. I’ll plan everything. And we definitely skip The Liberty Bell.”
“Didn’t you say you’ve only been living here a few months? How do you know enough to plan everything?”
“I’ve been paying attention. Exploring as much as I can on my days off.” His tone shifts a bit as he says, “A city is like a beautiful woman, you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” I laugh. “And how is a city like a beautiful woman?”
“You have to spend time getting to know her before she opens up and lets you see who she really is.”
Okay.
It’s official. I’m swooning. Also official? Ralph Anderson has game. But here’s the thing. He doesn’t actuallyplaygames. Nope. He’s just this pure, open, beating heart of a man. A pure, open, beating heart of a man who happens to be contained in a sexy-as-all-hell body.
“You there?” His voice comes through the phone.
“Yup,” I breathe. “I’m here.”
“What was it you wanted to ask me?”
“Hmm?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. My brain is all over the place right now.
“Before. When we interrupted each other. You wanted to know ‘if I wanted to…’”
“Oh. Right. Forget it.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to forget it,” he says on a light laugh.
“Of course you won’t,” I mumble. “Alright. Well. Listen, this is probably a dumb idea, and you can totally say no, but apparently, I am chaperoning at the museum sleepover next Saturday night.”
“You?”
“Yes, me! Why is that surprising?”
“I dunno, after observing your Dino Diggers session, you just don’t seem to be much of a kid person.”
“I love kids! Alright, I… tolerate kids. But those little Dino Digger goobers are growing on me. And anyway, we don’t have to do much. The kids all come to the sleepover with a parent or guardian. The museum just needs a few more staff members to be there to oversee things, answer questions… that sort of thing.”
“I’d love to.”
“I didn’t ask you anything yet.”
“You’re asking me to have a sleepover with you.”
“Well, I don’t know that I’d phrase itthatway, but—”
“I’d love to.”
Chapter Fourteen
