Page 83 of Three Not-So-Little Words
I look over all the notes she gave me for wanting to redo all the marketing for the inn that she owns.
“Yeah. Shouldn’t be a problem. Over the next couple of weeks, we can restyle some things and then take a ton of new photos. Once we have those, we can work on the website, and I’ll design some spreads to send to my contacts at travel magazines.”
“Perfect. When did you get so smart?” She jokes. “You used to be only knowledgeable about boys.”
“Well, that’s a subject I still major in.” I smile.
“Speaking of boys, I hear you and Drew are going to try out a relationship.”
“How did you—? You know what? I don’t care.” I sip my coffee. We are having this little powwow in the lounge of her inn.
“So, how is that going?” She asks.
“I don’t know that it’s going anywhere yet.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“We had this big talk yesterday, and then, I went home, watched some TV, and passed out for fourteen hours straight.”
Her long fingers wrap around her mug and lightly tap against its surface. “Man, what I wouldn’t give to sleep for fourteen hours straight.”
“Mine wasn’t by choice. I think it was fueled by pure exhaustion. Feelings make me sleepy.” I smile.
“When are you going to see him again?”
“I don’t know. He left the ball in my court, and I’m not sure I know what to do.”
“You like this guy, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I reply, already hating this conversation.
“Why don’t you go over and surprise him?”
“Last time I surprised him, I showed up in lingerie and a trench coat and then woke up to his kid.”
She stares at me blankly. “Your life is so much more interesting than mine.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not sure I want to do that again.”
“I’m sure it would be different this time.”
“How so?” I ask.
“Because you already know he has a kid. Maybe you try to get to know said kid instead of just showing up for sex.”
I crinkle my nose. “No sex? That sounds far less fun.”
“I know. But maybe you also need to try to make a good impression on his kid.”
“Why?”
She sets her cup down so that she can start talking with her hands in typical Liz fashion. “Let me break it down for you. Let’s say the kid doesn’t like you. He hates it when you come around and never wants to see you.”
I interrupt her. “He’s with his grandma on weekends. We’d probably just hang out then.”
“He’s not going to be gone on weekends forever. And wouldn’t you want a relationship more than just two days a week?”
Before I can answer, she keeps going. “If his son doesn’t want you around, and it comes down to you and him, who do you think Drew is going to pick?”
