Chapter 17December 30: Angie
I sat there breathing through my mouth, waiting for words that weren’t OMG Please Yes Come Tomorrow. When acceptable words finally percolated through the fine-ground mess of my brain, they were, “Is that something you’d like to do?”
Ramon said, “Angie, baby. I’d be there right now if I didn’t need to get my job situation sorted out.”
And there went my brakes. “God, I wish you were! Here right now, I mean.”
“So do I. Sleeping with you for a week ruined me for sleeping alone.”
Which meant he hadn’t jumped right into bed with somebody else, not that I’d’ve expected him to. “I hate sleeping alone.”
“You told me that.” Sounded as if he was laughing. Couldn’t blame him for that; I was ridiculous. He said, “Is that why you got the cats?”
“It’s about sixty perce
