Page 228 of Romeo

Jasper: Very specific.

Me: I’m trying not to be.

Jasper: I noticed.

I pressed my lips together to contain my smile.

Jasper: You ever think about living somewhere besides Virginia?

There it was. I should’ve expected him to turn the question around.

Me: Sometimes.

Jasper: Anywhere particular?

Me: Somewhere without Virginia humidity would be nice.

Jasper: Nebraska is a dry heat.

I laughed.

Me: You have tornadoes.

Jasper: Virginia has hurricanes.

Me: You have blizzards.

Jasper: You have mountains people can fall off.

Me: I don’t live on the mountain

Jasper: Still hate that fucking mountain.

Me: You also have bikers.

Jasper: Better bikers.

Me: Debatable.

Jasper: Better enough to kiss.

Heat crept into my cheeks even though nobody in the room could see what he’d written.

Me: He was okay.

Jasper: Okay?

Me: Acceptable.

Jasper: That isn’t what your hands said.

I shifted on the couch.

Me: My hands didn’t say anything.

Jasper: They were very enthusiastic communicators.

I covered my mouth to keep from laughing loud enough for Granny to start asking questions again.