Page 102 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"I'm just joking, Max, don't worry."

"I know that you're joking." He bursts out laughing. "I just didn't realize you had such a black sense of humor."

"Hey, I can be sarcastic and funny and comedic and scare the living daylights out of you all in one."

"Who says that you scare me?"

"You're telling me that me telling you that I was hoping you would impregnate me and make me set for life didn't scare you for even one second?"

"No," he says. "Maybe the thought of impregnating you doesn't scare me as much as you think."

"What?" My jaw drops and he bursts out laughing.

"I mean, not anytime soon. I just want to enjoy the practice."

"You are crazy." I shake my head, though my entire body is glowing. "Do you think we're…"

"Do I think we're what?" he asks as we walk to the side of the road and he holds his hand out for another cab.

"Do you think this is all moving way too fast?"

"Yes," he confirms, nodding. "Do I think that we're absolutely crazy?" He turns to me as a Yellow Cab pulls over. "Yes."

"Why thank you, Max. I'm glad to hear you think that."

He opens the door for me. "You can get in. I'll put the bag in the back."

"Okay." I say, as I slide into the back of the cab.

I wait a couple of seconds, then he gets in beside me and tells the driver where we're headed to.

"I just can't believe this is my life right now," I admit, as I stare at him. "Are we just two crazies?"

"Maybe." He shrugs. "But maybe you were right."

"Maybe I was right about what?" I ask.

"Maybe life is just one big romance movie and we're the main characters in this part."

"So I'm the heroine and you're the hero?"

"I'd like to think that is true. Why? Do you think I'm the villain?"

"No," I say. "I very much think that you're the hero. You're so handsome and hot."

I touch his thigh and lean over to give him a kiss on the lips. His eyes widen as he looks at me.

"And I very much think that you're the main part of my story," he says. "Ironically."

"Why is that ironic?" I frown slightly as I pull away, but he grabs my face and holds me close to him and kisses me hard.

"Because I never thought romance would be a central theme in my life," he says. "I always thought my book was more of a thriller, and now it's starting to become more of a romantic comedy."

"Oh. And you don't like that?"

"It's just something different," he says. "I thought I was more of a John Grisham, but it turns out I might be more of a Nora Roberts."

"No, darling, I think you're more of an E. L. James." I laugh.

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