Getting Lucky
I vowed to myself to enjoy it for however long it did last and stopped questioning feelings I couldn’t change anyway.
Reaching for her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I laced our fingers together on my lap. “I don’t have anything planned for the weekend. Why? Do you?”
“Not really,” she said, her head turned to watch the traffic as the cab inched its way toward our offices. “I feel like doing something fun, though.”
“I’m fun,” I told her, smirking. “You could do me.”
“Ha ha.” She finally turned to face me, laughter shining in her eyes. “Been there, done that. Got the T-shirt, the cap, and the beer mug. What else have you got?”