Lila
Let her nap of course.
Slade
What if I wanted to take a nap too?
Lila
Now you havecompany.
Slade
This isn’t the kind of company I want in my bed.
Lila
No? What kind of company would you prefer?
Dots appear.
Disappear.
Appear again.
Disappear.
It makes me giggle to think of Slade typing and deleting a million things. I’m dying to know what each one is. I’m vaguely aware I’m standing in the middle of my boutique grinning at my phone like an idiot while Sarah pretends very hard to be busy arranging ceramic coffee mugs.
The dots appear one more time.
Then:
Slade
Come collect your dog.
You could just kick her out. Send her to her own bed.
Slade
No. Then she’ll be mad at me.
God, he’s adorable and he has no idea.
Sarah just looks up at me with a knowing smirk. “Dick pics?”
I goggle at her like some scandalized Victorian virgin. “What? No!”
I wish.
Sarah looks at me like someone who has watched me checkmy phone seventeen times today and is not buying whatever lie I’m trying to sell her.
“You’re leaving early, aren’t you?” she says.
“I have to take care of some things at home,” I say, grabbing my purse.
“If Slade Rhodes was texting me to come home,” Sarah says, “I’d have left an hour ago. The panties would be dropping before I made it through the front door.” She holds up both hands. “Respectfully. From an objective standpoint.”
