Oh my God!
He knew about my armor! He even said it, straight out!
How did he know?
Oh… my… God!
Before I could figure it out or ask or get over my panic attack, he murmured, “Monday. Seven.”
Then he squeezed my hand and he was gone.
I stared at the door for what seemed like forever and, finally, from outside I heard Hector’s voice say sharply, “Lock.”
I jumped to the door and threw the lock.
I put my ear to it and heard his boots on the steps outside and I stayed there even when I could hear them no more. After awhile, I turned toward the stairs and came to a jarring halt when I saw Ralphie sitting on one of them looking at me.
“How long have you been sitting there?” I breathed.
“Was up on the landing, listening to him ask you out. Came down after he left,” Ralphie replied.
“Ralphie, we need to talk about –”
“If you think we need to talk about how you don’t want anything to do with Hispanic Hottie then you need to think again, sweet ‘ums.”
“Ralphie –”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Ralphie!”
He stood and looked down at me. “You deserve your little slice of happiness, you’ve waited long enough for it and worked hard enough to earn it and I’m gonna see you get it.”
Then before I could protest he turned and walked up the stairs.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Darn.
Chapter Five
Screaming Orgasm
Sadie
“We are not watching YoYo,” Buddy snapped at Ralphie as he opened the door to the g*y bar on Colfax and stepped back to let me precede him.
“We are so watching YoYo,” Ralphie snapped back, getting up close to me, putting his hands to my waist and crowding in behind me, shoving me through the door.
“No YoYo,” Buddy returned.
“Oh so YoYo,” Ralphie shot back.
I started giggling.
They were arguing about watching Bex’s black pug, YoYo. She was going on vacation and needed someone to look after her dog. Bex had brought her around that day so we could meet her.
Buddy didn’t like dogs but, on sight, Ralphie and I fell in love with the snorting, wheezing, teeny-tiny, squirming, adorable pug.