“That really hurts,” I said, clutching my chest. “Thank god it doesn’t have ears.”
“Sorry. Just being honest.”
“Maybe we could hang out and not have sex?”
She laughed.
“We used to do it all the time.”
She shook her head. “That was before.”
“Before you knew what a god I was in the bedroom?”
“I think it’s your humility that makes me want to spread my legs for you.”
I smiled. “I’ll learn to grovel if I have to.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I like you better on your back.”
I dropped my eyes and exhaled. “You should go now before I kidnap you.”
“If I have to,” she said, pulling the handle on the car door.
“You don’t have to,” I said, getting out. “But I can’t guarantee your safety if you come with me.”
“You talk a big game,” she said, opening the back door and lifting the strap of her duffel bag over her shoulder. “I used to think you were full of shit.”
“I’m so glad I’ve changed your mind.”
“I didn’t say you had,” she said, walking around the front of the car to the curb.
I popped the trunk and reached for her custom doggy bag.
“I just realized you’re full of other stuff, too.”
“Good stuff?” I asked, slamming the trunk and stepping onto the curb.
“Very good stuff,” she said.
I walked up to her and held my arms out. “Made from the best stuff on Earth- that’s what they’re always saying about me.”
She furrowed her brow. “I thought that was Snapple?”
“Yeah, well. We have that in common.”
She pushed her sunglasses on her head and squinted at me.
“Don’t forget your cake,” I said, holding the container out.
“Good one,” she said, taking it from me.
“Fiona’s never even going to see her piece, is she?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”