Page 93 of Ask Me Something

He looked amused by my recovery. “See? Hellcat. Taking strip aerobics in high school. How the heck was a boy to keep up?”

How, indeed? “I believe it was “Pour Some Sugar On Me.” God, I love me some Def Leppard.” Checkmate.

But of course he wasn’t backing down. “You know, I’d rather sing a ballad for the woman I love. How about I let it be a surprise?”

I tried not to let that fake term of endearment affect me, but my stomach fluttered with his declaration. “I look forward to it, pooky bear.”

Tami suddenly had an idea. “We absolutely have to do dinner tonight. We have a reservation for the Italian place, and you could join us. It would be fun to go as a foursome.”

She wasn’t leaving us much choice, but that was good because I realized having dinner together would ensure that Brian had to sing.

“Well, now that’s right kind of y’all. We’d love to join you, don’t you think, baby?” I responded before Brian had the chance.

“Great, tell the front desk that you will be with the reservation at seven o’clock for Gordon,” Tami squealed, clearly excited.

Oh, boy, it should be an entertaining evening.

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