Page 137 of Smooth Sailing

He kept going.

“What I can say is, I’ve never had a woman of my own, but I know there are some things that are gonna go down if I do.”

Oo.

Interesting.

“And what are those things?” I asked, trying not to sound too eager for this information.

“I drive.”

I frowned.

He grinned and added, “And she won’t take out the garbage. Ever.”

Hmm.

I liked this.

I wasn’t sure anyone enjoyed taking out the garbage, but what I knew was, I didn’t.

“Unless she’s got some knowledge of them, any vehicles we own are my domain,” he went on.

I liked this too because I had no knowledge of them, but also because the maintenance and purchasing of them was a pain in the ass.

“I don’t do yards, but she’s not gonna either. We’ll hire out,” he continued.

“What if she likes doing yards?” I asked, regardless of the fact that I’d never done yardwork in my life, and I hoped I lived the rest of it not doing any.

He narrowed his eyes on me. “You like doing yardwork?”

“I’ve never done it, but even so, I feel I can safely proclaim that I do not.”

“So in this context, does the answer to your question matter?”

“Kind of. I mean, if she likes mowing and trimming and all of that, would you not let her do it?”

He thought about this.

And then he said, “Yeah, but then I’d have to do it with her.”

“Why?”

“Multiple reasons.”

“Name two,” I challenged.

“One, because she might like doin’ it, but it’s still work. Shit can get under your skin, you think you’re carrying more than your share of the load. So I’d pitch in so she didn’t think she was carrying me.”

That was a ridiculously good answer.

“Two,” he carried on, “because my guess is, if she’s my woman, I like spending time with her, so even if you don’t dig everything she digs, you find ways to spend time together.”

Oh my fucking God.

That was a ridiculously good answer too.

How was this guy all that was this guy?

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