Page 11 of Run, Little Bunny

“Life isn’t fair,” he says, poking my side, making me giggle. I twist a strand of hair around my finger, thinking about how much I like it when he touches me.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How much I’m hoping you’re one of my regulars at La Nonna.”

The bunny is quiet for a beat before responding, “Time will tell.”

“How much time?” I ask, leaning in closer, my curiosity getting the best of me.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“When are you going to decide?” My heart races a little. The anticipation is killing me.

“When I know you’re interested in more than this bunny mask.”

“I’mnotinterested in the bunny mask!”

“You sure?”

“I’mnota furry!”

He bursts into laughter. “How do you even know what that means?”

“The internet.” I shrug.

Just then, Aaron slides our drinks across the bar, and the bunny reaches for his. “Cheers to our half-blind date.”

I tap my glass against his with a huge smile. Despite the mystery, the banter, and the weirdness, this whole thing is fun.Waymore fun than the dark romance read … and the date I went on last night.

“When are you taking me out on a real date?” Whoever he is, I want to know the real him.

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“Aren’t you demanding,” I manage, while my mind races. I’m going to have to reveal myself soon.Not here.I think it should be on a proper date. “Do you want to go out with Buttons?”

“I hope to never see Buttons’ crazy eyes ever again.”

I’m relieved she’s as over that persona as I am. “Alright. So, do you want to go to a nice dinner, or would you rather do some kind of activity?”

She tilts her head, thinking. “Why can’t we do both?”

“That would be a really long first date.” I smirk. “What if we hate each other an hour in?”

“You think you’re going to want to bail?”

“No.”

“You think I’m going to want to bail?”

I shrug, and she sips her drink. Everything about her body language says she's amused.

“Okay. We’ll do both,” I relent but am also excited to spend so much time with her. “When are you free this week?”

Anna’s fingers slide across her lips, like she’s suddenly shy. “Now you’re nervous?”

“A little,” she whispers, then takes another sip, avoiding looking at the bunny mask.

I reach out and grab her hand, playing with her fingers. “I’d really like to take you out.”

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