Chapter Thirty-Three
Hannah
I lasted a week.
Once there was no more cheesecake, I went home. Mike walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight—a public-appropriate kiss with no tongue.
He texted me the next morning and we met at a dog park to let Rusty socialize and play. Mike was still a hand-holder and it fell under the definition of slow, so I didn’t mind. When Rusty got tired, we walked to an ice cream parlor, ate in the shade, and returned to the cars to say goodbye with a slightly longer appropriate kiss.
Sunday was brunch and a movie. I picked one he was sure to stay interested in and not tempt me to make out in the dark. Then I met up with my knitting circle in the evening.
It was no surprise to anyone when Mike showed up for lunch every day of the work week. He was being so s
