Page 102 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Uh, yeah. And they have to put one of those giant circus tents up to get rid of them before they can fix things.”
“I take it you can’t stay in the house for that?” He asks.
“Nope. And I can’t stay at my parents’ because my dad has his friends in town. I can’t stay with Dylan because Leah has strep throat. And I can’t stay at the inn because of all the knitting grannies.”
The look on his face is half confused and half scared. “Ronnie, baby, I need you to calm down a little.”
“I can’t! I’ve had three Red Bulls! I’ll be lucky if my heart doesn’t bust right out of my chest!” I shout way louder than I mean to.
Colton comes running out to see what all the commotion is. When he sees me, he says, “Hey, Ronnie.”
I point at him. “Sup, kid?”
“Did you get pizza?”
“You bet your ass I did!”
Drew says, “Hey, buddy. Give Ronnie and I just a minute, and we will eat pizza, okay?”
When Colton is gone, Drew turns his attention back to me. “Okay, let me see if I’ve got this right. Your house has termites, and you can’t stay there. And your housing options are limited?”
I snap my fingers. “Bingo! I think I found a motel over in Harrington that I can stay at.”
“Harrington? Isn’t that over by the airport?”
I nod. “I guess the knitting convention has put holds on all the good hotels. It’ll be fine.”
“Ronnie, why didn’t you come to me? I could’ve helped.”
“How? Do you want to beat up an old lady for me?”
“I thought of something a little different and not quite so violent. Why don’t you just stay here?”
I stop my pacing. “Say what?”
He gets up and walks over to me. “Hear me out before you freak out and start swinging.”
“You have about ten seconds, and then, all bets are off.”
“You could stay here. It’ll only be for a week. Colton and I are gone through the day, so you’ll have the place to yourself. Then, after Colton goes to bed, I’ll have you all tomyself.”He wiggles his eyebrows up and down.
While I appreciate the sexual innuendo, I’m still trying to process the first part of what he said. He is offering me a place to stay?
I’ve never stayed with a man more than a few hours after we fucked. And even that is rare.
Then again, I’m doing a lot of things with Drew that I’ve never done before.
But I still don’t know.
“Do you think it would be weird for Colton?” I ask.
“I don't think so. I’ll tell him you’re staying here because we are doing you a favor. And it’s only for a few days.”
Usually, I wouldneverconsider something like this. I like having my own space and not having to share with anyone. But I really don’t want to stay in a motel that’s close to an hour away.
Am I crazy for actually considering this?
Probably.
