Page 20 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“My friend Sandy wants me to send her a picture of you,” shesays.
I turn to her with a smirk.“You told your friends aboutme?”
“Don’t look so smug.I toldonefriend that I had adate.”
“Well, by all means, satisfy her curiosity.”
She shoves the phone back in her pocket and smiles.“Nottonight.”
“Is she your best friend?”
“My bestest friend.”
I chuckle at her child-like response.“That close, huh?Howlong have you known her?”
“She moved into the house next door when we were eight.It’sbeen the two of us ever since.”
“Sounds like Charlie and me, only I’ve known him forever.Ourparents were very close.”
When I turn off the main road, she shoots me a quizzical look.“Don’t tell me you live in a tent in the forest?”
“No, no tent.”
“Cabin?”
“Something like that,” I reply.
“You’re one of those outdoorsy types, aren’t you?Hiking,fishing, hunting….”
“I love nature.Don’t you?”
“Why do you think I moved here?It wasn’t for the gorgeousmen, although thatisa bonus.”
Men?What men?“Gorgeous men?”
“I guessyouwouldn’t notice that.Canid seems to bea veritable buffet of handsome men.”
They all better stay the fuck away from you!I gritmy teeth and try not to show my anger.
“Anyone catch your eye?”I ask.
“Oh, I see a few possibilities.”
She’s teasing me, isn’t she?Right?I look over ather and catch the twinkle in her eyes.
“Little minx.You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”
“How am I torturing you?”
“I don’t want you talking about any gorgeous men, except me,of course.”
She giggles and shakes her head.“Yourconfidenceamazes me.”
With a chuckle, I pull into my driveway.She gazes up at thehouse in wide-eyed amazement.
“This is it?”
“Home sweet home.”
