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a private account. I don’t let that many people follow me.”

“So your mom and dad … who are the other eleven?”

“Couple people from work and school. My chiropractor, who my mom has a huge crush on. And several patients who share my taste in awesome tennis shoes.”

He pulls out his phone and moves his thumbs over the screen. A few seconds later, my phone vibrates with an Instagram follow request from Eli Hawkins. I close out of my screen and set my phone down to give Gemma some love since she’s managed to worm half of her body onto my lap.

“Um … did you just see my request to follow you?”

I nod, staring at my emus being all sweet to a sleeping Romeo.

“But you didn’t accept it.”

“I know. I usually think on requests for a while.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

He lowers his voice. “I was physically inside of you just hours ago, but you have to think about letting me follow you on Instagram?”

“Whoa … do you honestly think had I let Warren have sex with me that I would also let him follow me on Instagram?”

“I think it’s messed up that your standards for sexual partners are lower than your standards for people who follow you on a social media site.”

“It’s way easier to stalk someone and harass them on social media than it is to do it face-to-face. I could get a restraining order against you easier than I could shake you from my Instagram life. Do you realize how many creeps have multiple accounts? I mean … some psycho could steal a bunch of photos of say … emus and set up an adorable little account to attract unsuspecting victims.”

“Well …” He flaps his wordless jaw a few times before finishing his thought. “Okay. You think about letting me follow you. Clearly, you weren’t ready for me to follow you to your house, so I waited. And I will wait for you to let me follow you on Instagram.”

“Not funny. I wasn’t trying to lose you. I just had too much going on in my head.”

“Well, I’d love to crawl into your head sometime.”

“No. You wouldn’t. It’s a dark hole with blundering ideas. It’s where good intentions go to be suffocated. It’s a freight train with no brakes. It’s a million scenes from movies, books, and real-life observations, all trying to find where they fit into my own life—all waiting to be acted out at the right time. It’s an incessant replaying of missed cues and misspoken words.”

He narrows his eyes.

I look away and shrug. “I don’t mind being me. No one else can do it better.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The G-spot

Elijah

I could fall in love with Dorothy Mayhem. Even though my analytical brain won’t go there, not even a tiny bit. I’m a father. The woman I thought was the love of my life left me because she wants to be someone else without me. My mom is right—I reside in a cave of desperation and depression.

Dorothy doesn’t attract me with her attempts to mimic neurotypical people. She captures little pieces of my heart with her whispered honesty. I feel it, just in a different way.

Good.

I’ve been good.

“How are you doing, Eli?” concerned friends ask.

“I’m good.”

“How’s it going being a single dad?”

“It’s good.”

“How’s your relationship with Julie?”

“It’s good.”

“How’s Roman adjusting?”

“Good. Good. Good. He’s good. I’m good. Julie’s good.” It’s all so fucking good.

Except … it’s not.

“I’m going to run to the restroom,” Dorothy says.

I snap out of my reflections of goodness. “Oh. Okay. I’ll wait here. I don’t want him sleeping much longer, but another thirty minutes will make the rest of my day easier because he’ll be in a much better mood on the ride home.”

“Stay as long as you want.” She smiles. “Come on, Gemma.”

Thirty minutes later, Roman is still asleep between the two emus, and Dorothy hasn’t returned. She must have some gastrointestinal issues. I hope it has nothing to do with brunch. She’ll never go back to my parents’ house for brunch. And I definitely want her to go back.

“Roman …” I rub his back as Orville inspects my hand with his beak. “Time to wake up, buddy.”

He stretches out on the blanket, startling Wilbur, who quickly stands up as does Orville. I snatch my son out from between them and carry him to the house. After ringing the doorbell twice, Kellie answers.

“Oh, hey.” She lifts onto her toes to look over my shoulder. “Where’s Dorothy?”

“She ran to the restroom—a half hour ago. Might want to check

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