His reply was so matter of fact and typical of his personality thus far. “You previously said you were all mine this weekend. I already planned on collecting.” I couldn’t help but smile and roll my eyes when I read it. Finally, around three o’clock, he blew in here, talking to Sarge and passing by my door many times as he went back and forth between the store and his office. He hasn’t spoken to me yet, but I know it is only a matter of time. Obsessively, I straighten my desk, putting every item in its place. It’s the only control I feel I have at the moment. Becoming single, moving into a different apartment, acquiring a new job and having a fling with the boss, all in two months, is overwhelming at the least. Who am I kidding? I don’t know what you would call Everett and me, but we are past having a fling. Emotions run below the surface, ebbing and flowing between us. “Ready to roll?”
