Page 78 of Hunted: Season Two

He struggles not to cringe at the comment.

“See.” Giggling precedes using my foot to gently nudge him away. “You don’t even get that reference.”

“Yet.” A loving catch and wiggle to my foot is delivered. “It sounds like a kid thing, and I am all prepared to learn the kid things.”

That makes one of us.

According to Suzie, I should already be practicing making my own fresh baby food grown in our own garden because based on something she read online or her daughter sent her or a magazine that crossed her vision on a random Monday, the healthiestand smartestbabies are the ones who don’t get anything like that from the grocery store.

Posie – who had tagged along to go grocery shopping with me to surprise hernewestboyfriend, which is who she broke up with the dishwasher guy for, with a homecooked meal – claims she’s completely full of shit.

And that she’d know since at least a handful of the girls she went to high school with all have kids already and arejust finenot having been raised by Martha fucking Stewart.

She then made an impressive Snoop Dog joke that kept us both laughing for longer than I’m sure it should’ve.

I really like hanging out with Posie.

I like it even more when she’s sleeping with someone, and I can easily kick out the intrusive thoughts that she wants to be banging one of my boyfriends.

Or…as Mutt claims…my soon to behusbands.

Yeah.

That’s one more thing on the spreadsheet of “not sure how to deal with yet”.

And it’s ametaphoricalspreadsheet!

Not a real one!

Having to respond to his comment isn’t necessary thanks to an unknown vehicle pulling into the driveway, most likely here to drop off the individual whose car he’s finishing up.

This is his first off-the-books job he’s taken in weeks.

It’s also the first poker night Mutt’s been away for.

Part of me knows that’swhyhe agreed to it – wanting something to distract him from the fact our boyfriend spent the entire day working prior to meeting up with his other best friend to collect possible new information regarding the Brad situation – but the other half of me hopes it’s because he wants something forhimselfagain.

Something to get lost in.

Boost his confidence.

Give him purpose that isn’t around the clock couple care.

Don’t get me wrong.

Ilovethat he’s sweet.

And attentive.

And remembers to put the cap back on the toothpaste – unlike Mutt.

But I also know he needs something that’s abouthim.

Just like Nolan does.

Just like I do.

The sound of a car door closing is quickly followed by it driving away leaving a tall, long-legged, blonde-haired chick to strut into the garage all on her own. “You ready for me, Woods?”

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