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“That’s good,” I breathed out. “That’d be a deal breaker for me. DC’s a vegetarian.”
“One more thing to dislike about him,” he said. “I’ll basically eat or drink pretty much anything except tomatoes, so I’m easy in that regard.”
“Even kale and pineapple on pizza?”
“Now, you’re talkin’ like a communist,” he retorted.
“Do they have pineapples in Mother Russia?” I asked.
“Never been,” he said. “But I’ll be sure to ask if I find myself there. Combo, pepperoni, or plain cheese for pizza’s good. Just don’t add tomatoes.”
“Okay, well, Ilovetomatoes,” I said. “Like, I could marry tomatoes.”
He chuckled. “Is there anything you don’t like?”
“I don’t think we have time for that conversation tonight, to be honest,” I admitted. “I’m kind of a picky eater.”
“Fair enough.”
“I really need to go to bed.”
“Go to bed,” he said.
“I don’t want to.”
He chuckled. “You want me to drive back up there?”
“Yes,” I joked.
“’Cause, I will.”
“You’re sweet.” I sighed. “Okay, I’m hanging up.”
“Good night.”
“Good night.”
“Hang up, baby.”
“Iam.”
“Sounds like it,” he teased.
“I’m going to see you tomorrow, right? At the hospital?”
“Yeah. I’m bringin’ Maisie just before lunch.”
“Oh, perfect. Okay.” I smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”
“’Night, Bryn.”
“Goodnight.”
He hung up and I flopped against my pillows. How the hell was I going to sleep now?
CHAPTER FIVE
Brynley
