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I don’t know when she will ever be ready to make friends with another penis after being threatened by such a creature. She had such high hopes too.
Poor Virginia.
Chapter Eighteen
The Blooms
Istraightened my dress as I took in my outfit for the day. Yesterday was a mess. I just prayed I never saw Lance again and that he kept his mouth shut about what I said. To say I brought crazy-cat lady to a whole new level was an understatement.
Works for cat magazine, works with cats, writes about cats, is a virgin, confessed to being a stage-five clinger, and professed love on the second date. Yup, confirmed my single status for the next forty years.
Blowing out a heavy breath, I pulled my hair out of my curlers and ran my fingers through the strands. Pleased with my hair and white sundress, I put on a pair of my brown sandals, grabbed my purse, and headed out my door. It was time to have brunch with my parents. And even though I’d soon be with two people who loved me, I felt alone. And I wasn’t ready to explain Henry’s absence . . . at least without tears.
I was halfway to the front door when someone cleared their throat behind me.
Henry?
There he was, leaning against our couch, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white polo shirt that clung perfectly to his chest. His hair was handsomely styled to the side and he was wearing a pair of brown sandals as well. God, he looked beyond yummy.
“Good morning, love.” A lazy smile passed over his lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Shocked Henry was here, let alone talking to me, I turned to face him and replied, “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming home until Monday.”
He shrugged his shoulders and started walking toward me.
“I was hungry, thought a couple plates of French toast would do the trick.”
“You’re going to brunch with me?” I was more than a little shocked by the turnaround in emotions from Henry.
“I am.” He smiled as he stood before me. He grabbed my hand and kissed the top of it. “I’m sorry, Rosie . . .”
The man was apologizing to me when I was the one being an ass. How could I even think about turning him down the other night? I was so confused. That seemed to be my motto in life . . . I was so confused.
“No, stop, stop apologizing. I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have been so, so . . .”
“How about we don’t,” he said. “Let’s drop it and go have a fun day on Long Island, eating French toast and playing Yahtzee.”
“It’s not a guarantee we’ll play Yahtzee.” I laughed.
“Love, when it comes to your parents, it’s always a guarantee. I just hope I get the neon-green dice this time. They’re lucky.”
“I’m sure if you make it known you’re putting the neon ones on reserve for after brunch, you’ll be able to play with them.”
“I better. Last time I had to play with the red dice, and we didn’t mesh well.”
“Red is so not your color.”
“It really isn’t.” He smiled that charming smile at me and then pulled me into his chest and kissed me on the top of my head. “I missed you, love.”
“I missed you, Henry. Especially after yesterday.”
“Oh yeah.” He cleared his throat and said in a serious voice, “How’s it hangin’, love?”
“Ugh, I hate you and Delaney,” I replied while pulling away and walking toward the front door.
Henry caught up to me and turned me around while laughing. “No, you don’t. You love us.”
“Unfortunately.”
