Paige releases another pitiful sound, but it’s stronger and more amused than before. “Yeah,” she admits. “I am.”
“Yeah?”
“The characters are pretty wild.”
I shift up to sit taller. “Right?”
“I don’t even know what to even think of the maid so far.”
“Oh, just wait,” I say, smiling. “She gets better.”
“Don’t spoil it for me!”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Are you enjoying your book so far?” she asks. “Other than all that nasty porn, I mean.”
I chuckle. “You know what? I think I am.”
“You hate it.”
“No, I don’t! Really! It’s a lot more fun than I thought it’d be. I’m glad I picked it up.”
“What part are you at?”
I smirk. “Richard just showed up at her place in the middle of the night.”
Paige stays quiet for a long second. “Oh, yeah?”
“I must say, he’s got some good lines.”
She chuckles. “He does!”
“I might need to take a few notes.”
“Well, if you’re going to take notes from a romance hero, Richard Wells is a good place to start. I mean, he is exactly... well...”
I raise a brow. “He’s very what?”
“Nothing,” she blurts. “I just realized that I was about to reveal something very personal about myself. Thought twice.”
“Eh, go ahead,” I say, more than a little interested.
“No, no. I shouldn’t.”
“Friends reveal personal details about themselves to friends all the time.”
“Okay, yeah. Sure...”
“And I told you about my love of porn, so...” I smile as she laughs, “you might as well just let it out.”
“Well, that’s not fair. Everyone loves a little porn.”
I laugh. “I’m going to remember you said that.”
“Okay, well...” She softly clears her throat. “Richard is… my dream guy, basically.”
“Your dream guy is an unemployed alcoholic?”