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“Well, the NC-17 list is much more exciting than this one. It’s your own fault that you wanted me to go over this one first.”
“How many things are on this list?” I demanded.
He shrugged. “I mean, it’s kind of a rolling list. I’m always adding things to it.”
“Tell me another thing that is on the list.” He couldn’t have many more things to add.
“Eating breakfast together.”
Now he was just splitting hairs again. “That’s the same as eating dinner together.”
He shrugged. “If you don’t like that one, you’re not going to like the next one.”
I scoffed and laughed. “Eating lunch together?”
Marco chuckled. “You got it.”
“This is ridiculous. You’re gonna say eating a snack for the next one.”
“Hop into bed with me and you’ll find out.” He patted the bed next to him. “Or, we could start going over the NC-17 list.”
“I am going to get ready for bed, but it’s only because I am getting tired.” If I stood here much longer arguing with Marco, I was going to fall asleep on my feet. “Not because you told me to get ready for bed.”
Marco nodded. “Tell me the show you want to watch, and I’ll get it started.”
I had told him the show before. “I’m not telling you again. If you can figure out which show it is, and it’s playing on the TV when I walk out of the bathroom, you can stay for a little bit.”
Marco raised his eyebrows. “You got a deal, mio amore.”
I didn’t know if he was actually going to be able to figure it out or not. The first thing he was going to have to do is determine which app on the TV I used to watch the show and then which show. “You’ve got about five minutes, Marco. Good luck.”
His eyes connected with mine. “I’ve got this in the bag.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “We’ll see.” I flounced into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
Marco better pray for a miracle because there was no way he was going to find the right app and then have the Golden Girls playing on the TV by the time I was done getting ready for bed.
This was going to show me if Marco was going to play fair or not.
*
Chapter Twelve
Marco
“What’s the name of the show?” I hissed into the phone.
“Golden Girls,” Apollo shouted.
“How the hell am I supposed to find this on her TV?”
I wasn’t going to be able to get this done before Royal walked out of the bathroom door. It had taken me a minute just to figure out how to turn on the TV.
Apollo quickly ran through how to get the app on the TV, but it still took me a good three minutes to get there. I glanced at the bedside clock and growled. “Do I just search for the—” The words halted in my mouth and a smiled curved in my lips.
“You see it?” Apollo called.
Right there on the screen was a picture of four gray-haired ladies with the words Golden Girls scrawled over them. “Bingo.”
