Page 27 of Kiss and Make Love

“Of course I did. You should’ve seen how passionate he was. He gave a seven-minute-long rant about excessive meowing, counter-surfing, and something he calls ‘kitten kindergarten.’ I told him he should enroll in some business classes, though, and not jump straight into running his own company with zero experience at twenty-two years old.”

“And you think he listened?”

Spencer took another long slurp of her tea. “I know he did. We made a list of everything he needed to do to get started. Then, I helped him apply to the business program for next semester.”

“Spencer Williams, as I live and breathe!” Becca feigned shock. “Never did I think I would see the day your cold, dead heart looked out for the nerdy weirdo in your class.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, me either.”

“Mr. Good Butt’s making an impression on you.” She flopped back on the couch and grabbed her mug of tea.

“He’s so lovely to everyone. They gravitate toward him, and he makes them feel good about themselves. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be a bit more like that, would it?” Spencer asked, only slight hesitation in her voice.

“Not at all, Spence. We all know you’re still the bad-ass embalmer that likes to laugh at bad karaoke and will stomp a bitch if they get on your bad side. You’re allowed to have a smidgen of sweetness.”

Spencer rubbed a hand over her face. “I hate how that sounds.Sweetness.Yuck.”

Becca giggled at her and grabbed the horror movie off the coffee table. “What do you say we pop this in? Then I can be terrified and you can be all unfazed and feel like a real tough cookie.”

“Works for me. Anything to stop you talking about howsweetI’m being.”

“You know,” she said, hopping over the coffee table and opening the DVD case, “you’re the only person left on Earth that still uses a DVD player.”

“That’s entirely untrue.”

Becca clicked her tongue. “No, I took a poll. Out of everyone on the planet, it’s only you.”

“Shut up and sit your butt down. You won’t be making fun of me when some slasher kills all the high school students, and you need a friend’s shoulder to hide your face in.”

Becca squealed. “Okay, okay! I surrender. You’re right—everyone still uses DVD players. No one streams anything. That would be way too easy and practical.”

Spencer huffed and settled into her spot on the couch. How she got lucky enough to have Becca in her life, she’d never know.

She was the complete opposite of her. The short to her tall. The optimist to her pessimist. Where Spencer had long, black curls, Becca had short, almost-white hair. It often made her jealous since Becca could dye it any colour. Right now, it was a rosy shade of pink. A perfect complement to her rosy cheeks. And her rosy demeanor.

Yes, she had definitely lucked out in finding Becca. And now she had Brett. She could see herself being quite content with only two people in her life. Her best friend and her…boyfriend? They hadn’t even been out on a proper date. So what were they?

The semester was over in two days. She would complete her program, be officially licensed as an embalmer, and get some clear answers from the man she was already desperately falling for.

She only hoped he was desperately falling for her, too. Slipping her phone out of her pocket, she texted Brett to fill him in on her day.

I had a moment with Llewellyn yesterday.

Oh no. What did you do?

It was a GOOD moment, you dick.

You can understand my assumption.

…fair.

Okay, tell me.

I helped him out of a jam. You’d be proud.

What did you do?

I encouraged him to pull out of the program and enroll in business classes so he can start his insane cat consultant business.

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