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“So… you appreciate him?”

“Oh, yes,” she said. “He’s very handsome.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve seen him,” she said defensively.

“But never in all his glory.”

“No, but I’ve felt him.” She grinned. “He feels very handsome.”

I chuckled at a thought.

“Did you ever think, two months ago, that we’d be calmly having a conversation about my johnson?”

“Your penis, you mean? He likes to be called by his proper name.”

I laughed. “Oh he does, does he?”

“Mmm hmm. He told me so. Last night when we met.”

“Well, he’s very glad you were around this morning.

” I kissed the top of her head. “His owner is too.”

“I was kinda scared you wouldn’t be,” she admitted seriously.

“Rich and I will figure out a way to deal with each other. We don’t have much choice.”

She looked up at me, her eyes searching.

“We should probably make it official, though. You and me.”

She grew very still with anticipation.

It seemed like an overreaction until I realized that she probably thought I was going to propose. I laughed softly.

“No, not like that.”

“Oh, no! I wasn’t thinking that. I mean… I never—”

“It’s okay. I’ve thought about it too.”

She looked up at me again, this time in surprise. “You have?”

“Yeah, of course. I guess it’s been in the back of my mind since the Halloween party.”

“Mmm hmm. Besides, I think of it every time you tease me about ‘not until we’re married.’”

“I’m really sorry about that. I’ll stop saying it if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t. It’s kinda cute. Besides, it gives me a chance to remind you that things are gonna happen between us long before we’re married.

”

“You sound so confident.”

“I am. I mean, I’ll be honest, one of the reasons I fought so hard when Wren started trying to get us together was my experiences last spring. I dated one girl who was a serious Catholic prick-tease. She liked to flirt. And she dropped plenty of hints about sex, but she blocked me every time I tried to make a move. Told me she wasn’t ‘that kind of girl.’”

“And when Wren started matchmaking with you and me, that’s what I thought you were like.

It was totally unfair, and I see that now, but at the time all I could think of was the girl I dated and how her being Catholic was the reason she had a screwed-up attitude about sex.

“But you aren’t really like that, are you?” I looked down at her. “I mean, we’ve been flirting for weeks, but you aren’t throwing up a wall and saying,

‘I’m not that kind of girl. I’m saving myself for marriage.’”

“You didn’t with Simon.