as I pulled a drawer open and got my wallet and keys out. Edging my way around the desk, I finally focused in on what I had to do… and what I should do. I hadn’t seen Jonah again all morning. Slipping my phone and wallet into the back pockets of my jeans and grabbing my backpack, I headed right out the door and stopped.
There was a broad kneecap connected to a heavy and hairy thigh right there.
“You okay?” I asked the freshly showered man sitting cross-legged beside my door with his bag sitting next to him.
“Yeh,” he answered with a happy expression. “Figured I’d wait for you to finish.”
Why though? I kept the question to myself. “I was about to see if you were still here,” I told him. “I have to go pick up Mo from the daycare before noon so they don’t charge me for the whole day. Grandpa Gus had an appointment this morning and has another one right now, and he’ll get her afterward from his friend’s house. Do you want to come with me?” I paused. “You don’t have to if you would rather see her tonight.”
He was already getting to his feet. “I’ll come. Tonight, too, if that’s not a problem.”
If there were such a thing as a right answer, that would have been it. I tried not to let it show on my face though. Unfortunately, he took it the wrong way and kept talking, like I would tell him no.
“The more time I spend with her the better. I need to make the most of it while I’m here.”
I hated him. I really did, and I didn’t trust a word to come out of my mouth right then when he was saying all these… things that were nice but too nice. Too perfect.
But the while he was here hung there, and the Still a Tiny Bit of an Asshole raised his eyebrows in return.
“Of course you can see her tonight. Let’s go,” I muttered, figuring we could talk about his plans later.
“What’s that face for?” he asked when we had gotten about halfway to the door leading outside.
I kept my gaze forward and didn’t even bother lying. “I don’t know what to think of you.”
He waited until he was pulling the door open. “Nice thoughts?”
I snorted, and I sure as fuck didn’t look at him. I didn’t need to see him smile at my sarcasm.
“Would you like to know what I think about you?” he asked teasingly.
“Sure,” I said as he caught up behind me, telling myself not to take him playing around to heart.
“You didn’t even think about it.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder and gave him a face. Like there was something he could say that would hurt my feelings. Ha. He hadn’t gone to a private Catholic girl school for a year with a buncha bitches.
Jonah lifted up one of those shoulders. “All right. You’re brave—”
That had me coughing. “Brave?” Where the hell did he get that from?
Jonah’s arm brushed mine as we walked side by side. “Yeah. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, did you? I’m not sure I’d want to know what you think of me.” He paused. “Actually, I wouldn’t want to know.”
He probably didn’t, and I was only going to feel slightly bad about that. “It’s not all bad,” I mumbled, reluctantly.
He chuckled. “Well, as long as it’s not all bad….”
I rolled my eyes and kept my mouth shut to not egg him on.
Or make him do something that would make me really smile.
What he did do was brush his forearm against mine again.
Luckily, he waited until I was backing out of the parking spot to talk again. “How ya goin’?”
“Fine. You?”
“Great,” he replied.
“The gym is working out okay?” I was feeling friendly today apparently.
“Oh, yeh, it’s nice,” he replied as he shifted around in his seat, one hand wedging itself between the door and his thigh. He hadn’t needed to move backward. He was the last person to ride in the front seat. “Has everything I need and more while I’m here.”
While he was here were the keywords there. I really did need to ask him eventually what he was doing and where he was going. I hadn’t gotten another notification on my home screen with news on him switching teams, so I could only guess he still hadn’t made a decision. I was pondering that over when he asked a question, and I had to ask him to repeat himself.