Page 37 of Three Rules I'd Never Break

“You know what I like to do in my spare time, at least one thing. What do you like to do?”

I pulled a shirt on then crawled into bed. “I’m a bit chaotic in my interests. When I’m not living in one room, I spend my free time doing all sorts of stuff that fuels my creative side. I tend to jump from one passion to another. Once I spent a month turning cans into garden art. Then I switched to crocheting. But right now, I can’t do any of that. I read and watch videos about all the fun things I’ll be able to do in my new craft room.”

“Jumping from one passion to another, huh?”

“Crafting passions.”

A low chuckle rumbled. “Good to know.”

Did Eli have any idea how sexy he was? Even on the phone, he made my heart flutter.

Something shuffled in the background. “What will be your first project?”

“A wreath for the front door.” I’d already chosen the design, but I wouldn’t buy any supplies until I had ample space to create. “Are you working on the car?”

“Not tonight. Bones and I are out for a walk.”

“He’s a sweet dog. Do you always take him with you?”

Eli chuckled again. “Every time I walk, he follows me.”

“Do you like dogs?” I crossed my fingers, hoping he wouldn’t say that he wasn’t a fan of dogs.

“I do. Goats and llamas on the other hand, I would not want as pets.”

I laughed, picturing Eli trying to reason with a llama. “Can’t say I’ve ever thought about either of those as pets.”

“What about you? Dog person?”

“Yes.” I didn’t gush about how I wanted a puppy. Leaving topics for other conversations wasn’t a bad thing.

For the next hour, we chatted. He’d ask questions, and we talked like he’d never been quiet around me.

“I should let you go.”

“I really enjoyed this.” I preferred in person interaction because he was easy on the eyes and made my heart go flippity-flop, but I liked this too.

“Night, Delaney.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I’d be hearing that in my dreams tonight.

I slipped out of bed, snapped a picture of my locked door, and sent it to him.

A thumbs up popped up in response.

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The next nightmy phone rang, and I grabbed it off the nightstand. “Hi.”

“Hey. How are you?” Eli used his sexy, rumbly voice.

I’d woken up to aGood Morningtext from him, which totally made the morning better. Now, we were on the phone again. I’d love it if this pattern continued.

“It was a good day. How about you?”

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