“You wanna get out of here?”
I blushed back at him. “Do you ever stop?”
“I can’t help myself around you. I feel like I have to have you or I mightdieor something.”
“Great! Let’s test that out, because I’ve got to go.”
“Wait. Will you do it?”
“The date?”
“The date.”
“And your family will be there?” I sighed.
“That’s right.”
“When?”
“Thursday.”
I rolled my eyes, already regretting my decision, then I took a pen out of my purse, pausing as I noticed the little milagro I’d been given by Leon next to it. I scrawled down my address on a paper Galaxy Burger placemat and passed it to Randy.
“Pick me up?”
“I’ll be there at six, okay?” He nodded back.
“Okay, Randy. But you’re going to owe me a lot more than cheap burgers. And I’m still mad as hell with you.”
I saw that wicked glow flicker in his smile again.
“I’m sure I can think of something.”
22
BAD RANDY
I flicked a brush of mascara across my lashes as Hannah laughed down the phone.
“So, did Drool do the…Thing?”
“He absolutely-fucking-did do the thing. I nearly died.”
I cackled back down the phone.
“So, what? Are you like seeing him now?”
“Oh God, no. It’s strictly a doctor-patient relationship. He gets it. But, forget that! Tell me more about that locker room. And you’re actually going out with that hockey player turned underwear model, Randall Jackson, again?”
“I don’t know what it is about him, Han. He’s got this other side to him.”
“OH MY GOD!”
“What is it?”
“You LIKE him.”
“I… I don’t know… Maybe he’s not all bad.”