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“I think that’s the difference between you and me. My life wasn’t normal, and it wasn’t happy.”
She winced. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“All right. So what else, Doc? I need you to fix me.”
He had forgotten about the pain in his arm. She always did a good job stitching him up. She always did a good job repairing him.
He needed to get a step better than repaired now, though. He needed to change.
“No drinking,” she restated.
“Fine,” he said, because she really wasn’t wrong. It was best if he went into this with eyes wide open and without any kind of negative effects on his mental faculties.
“You’re probably going to have to...clean up your place a little bit.”
“What’s wrong with my place?”
“Nothing really. It’s just a little bit sparse. I don’t know that many women are going to look around and see much other than a project.”
“What if she already has a place?”
“That isn’t the point.”
“What is the point?”
“You need to look like you’re together. No woman wants to marry a man just to become his mother.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this?”
“Of course. I’m planning on getting married. One of the things that I like about Byron is that he’s extremely well organized.”
“I didn’t realize that you’d been to his place.”
“I’ve seen it over video chat.”
“Oh. Over video chat. Racy.”
She frowned. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”
“Of course not.”
She was charmingly innocent. That was the thing. She’d been engaged to the same man for quite some time, and even if it was long-distance...he was sure that she wasn’t quite as innocent as she seemed to be. But it was almost like double entendre and sexual tension never occurred to her.
It was part of her charm.
“I haveseenhis place,” she said. “It’s in perfect order. Like the rest of him. In order. And Ilikethat about him. He has a plan, he has a place, he doesn’t seem like heneedsa woman, really, and there is something nice about that.”
“Really? There’s something nice about not being needed?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because...” She looked a little bit embarrassed.
“What?”
“Because my dad needed me for everything. I helped with his business, I was homeschooled. I was very, very needed and there was something nice about that. But there’s pressure with that, too. I like the idea of not being needed quite so much.”
“Okay. So I need to clean my place up.”
“Make it cuter,” she said.
