“If you
hadn’t played the ‘dead grandma’ card, I’d charge you for that.” She cracked a
smile, and Rosalie felt some of the tension leave her body. Even though Alex
had feigned annoyance, Rosalie realized she’d come back solely to help her with
the mouse.
“Can I get
you a beer?” Rosalie offered.
During a
moment of boredom earlier in the day, she’d jogged across the street to get a
six-pack in case Alex saved her from any future fainting spells.
“It’s the
least you could do,” Alex said, suppressing a smile.
Rosalie
opened her fridge, taking out a cold beer and opening it for Alex.
Alex pointed
toward the TV. “Any more hot firefighters we can watch?”
Rosalie felt
her pulse quicken with a mixture of shame and excitement. “Not tonight,” she
said, glancing at the clock. She had
