A slow grin worked its way up his face, warming my skin and forcing my heart to do some silly beat skipping.
Chapter Eight
“Never thought I’d see this day,” I said as Fisher climbed into my vehicle.
“What day is that?” He fastened his seat belt.
“The day you jumped at a chance to go to Target and a uniform store because you’re so bored.”
“I’m not bored. In fact, I finished one of the crossword puzzles while waiting for you.”
Tossing him a quick glance, my eyes narrowed. “You didn’t. They weren’t easy puzzles.”
“Maybe not to you.” He stared out his window and shrugged.
He left me speechless for a few blocks.
“I need gas.” I pulled into a gas station. After filling the tank, I ran inside to get something.
Fisher eyed me and the drink in my hand when I returned.
“For you.” I handed him the plastic cup filled with red liquid.
“What is this?”
“Iced tea and fruit punch.” I handed him a straw too. “Your favorite.”
He ripped open the straw and poked it into the lid. “It is? How do I not remember things I like and dislike? Do I have food allergies? Will shellfish kill me? I mean … I don’t know.” He took a sip. “But what I do know is this is really good. I clearly knew my shit.”
I grinned, putting the car into Drive. “Easy partner. Your head’s getting too big.”
He took another long sip. “What else should I know about you?”
“Me?”
“Yeah. I know everything about that Angie girl because she’s told me everything. She’s AB blood type. Allergic to walnuts. Scared of spiders. And she cries easily.”
I laughed. “Well, hmm … I’m O-positive. No allergies. You already know I don’t like peanut butter. Spiders are okay. I like my coffee extra sweet. And I don’t watch a lot of TV.”
“I watch a lot of TV. It’s a distraction from the stranger living with me.”
“The stranger you had sex with last night.”
“Yes, to prove that my dick worked and to get her to stop being so weird.”
I giggled. “Weird? What do you mean by weird?”
“She’s constantly watching me. It’s creepy. And she’s too … cheery. Not like you.”
“Whoa … not like me?”
“No. You’re selectively happy. Which is normal in my mind. Like you are who you are. You could hate puppies and rainbows and not give a shit what anyone thinks about it.”
“I …” I shook my head. Was that how he saw me? “I do not hate puppies. But rainbows are a little overrated.”
His shoulders shook on a light chuckle as he sucked on the straw.
“I do like learning new things, and you taught me how to sand wood. Nothing too hard, but I asked you to teach me things, and you did. I still like hands-on things.”
“I taught you things? Sanding?”
I nodded.
“In my workshop?”
Another nod.
“Huh …” He seemed perplexed.
“Is that surprising?”
“I think so.”