So that was something.
That evening, I walked into my place to be confronted with a happy dog who was dragging a new rawhide to me to say hi (Knox had his truck back and that rawhide meant that Knox had done what Knox loved to do: he went to the grocery store), along with a hot guy on my sofa.
I went to the sofa and handed Knox the bag I was carrying and the paper cup.
“Cheeseburger, tots and chocolate malt from the diner,” I said.
“Love of my life,” he replied, sitting up to sort his dinner.
Rather than me doing an encore of my “Walking on Sunshine” routine, I let his comment wash over me in a happy way then turned to pick up my puppers. His rawhide dropped, I got licks, he got cuddles, and so Knox wouldn’t have a French bulldog up in his business while he was eating, dog and dog mom sat in an armchair.
“How was dinner with the girls?” Knox asked while dumping his tots on his burger paper and before going to his sachets of ketchup.
“Jinx and Noah are fighting.”
Knox squirted ketchup and looked to me at the same time. “That’s not good.”
“It’s totally good. They use it so they can have makeup sex.”
His mouth quirked and he went for another sachet.
I got him a lot of them. I had ketchup, but I couldn’t remember how much I had. I just remembered Knox was a drencher when it came to fried things you dip.
“They’re fighting now about her house. She’s renting it so she can pay for her schooling with it. He wants to let a management company oversee it. She wants to do it herself.”
“That shit’s a pain in the ass.”
“So when you rent your place?”
“Totally management company,” he said.
Good to know.
Though, managing a property had the word “managing” in it, and we both knew how we felt about that.
“Big news, Duane and Lotus are officially an item. They’re moving in together. And now they’re fighting.”
He looked at me. “Lotus?”
“Do you know the girls?”
“Only by sight.”
“White. Brunette. Fake boobs. Belly-button piercing.”
“Haven’t looked at their tits or their stomachs,” Knox said, grabbing his burger and taking a man bite, which meant a quarter of it was in his mouth.
Yeesh.
Dudes.
But I was intrigued.
“You haven’t looked at their tits?”
He chewed, swallowed and shared, “I’ll check out a woman I’m interested in fucking. But I look at her face first.”
“Ah.”
