Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Yes would’ve been an understatement.
“I’ve been lining up appointments to see apartments later this week and haven’t been able to talk, but yes, I’ve gotten a startling number of random calls this morning.” Clearly, I should’ve answered some of them. “What did I miss?”
Cohen chuckled and I could almost picture him shaking his head. “One of the guys who deliver pizzas to Leashes & Lace on a regular basis was at the restaurant on Saturday night. He mentioned seeing us and now everyone wants to know what’s up.”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. Not even forty-eight hours, and the gossip was insane. “I told a few people we were dating and I know Ian told a few people he and I were dating. I didn’t think it should be that confusing.”
Thinking about Ian led me down a new rabbit trail of worries and I pushed my computer away as I sat up. “Is Ian okay?”
I hadn’t thought to worry about everyone driving him nuts.
I should have…I was a terrible Daddy.
Cohen’s quiet laughter said I was worrying about nothing. “He’s fine. He’s hiding in Reece’s office to make sure he gets work done. He’s the most popular person at Leashes & Lace today, but he’s not upset. I do, however, think he’s going to need to relax later, so I proposed a little night and said we would go over to his place? Is it alright that I changed our plans?”
I was starting to see why he’d needed to tattle on himself.
And he was right. I wasn’t upset.
It was cute, but it did require a few clarifying questions.
“Um, is he consenting to being little around you or am I the one who needs to explain that to him?” Had we established that part already?
“He’s consenting, but he didn’t make any promises.” Cohen paused and made a very thinking sound. I pictured him shrugging as he continued to explain their phone call. “I’m not expecting anything, but he didn’t say he would have a hard time being little in front of me. He was more surprised that I brought it up to begin with.”
Me too.
“It’s a good idea if he’s had a long day.” Because it wasn’t even lunch yet, so if he was already frustrated, it was going to be an even longer afternoon. “Do you have a plan for dinner or anything like that?”
We’d all spent Sunday doing random errands and chores, so besides some flirty texts, we hadn’t made too many firm plans.
“I don’t have any plans, but I can make time to go grocery shopping if I need to.” Cohen’s voice trailed off as he seemed to start wandering around his kitchen. “I have all the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies if we want to bring something as a treat.”
Refusing to get distracted by more dessert euphemisms, I was a very good Daddy and stayed on topic. “You have too much to do today to make cookies.”
He had too much to do today to be having all these phone calls, so we needed to make the decisions.
Before he could protest, I spoke up again. “I’ll come over midafternoon if you promise not to get distracted. You finish working and I’ll make the cookies. Then we can order pizza on the way to Ian’s place.”
Cohen sighed like I’d taken away all his fun, but he knew I was right. “That sounds very reasonable. Just give me a heads-up when you’re on your way, and you might want to text Ian at some point and reassure him that I’m excited to play Uncle Cohen?”
Probably a good idea.
“I think I’m going to surprise him and bring him lunch. That way I can do the pep talk in person.” Glancing down at the computer again, it was my turn to sigh. “And then I’ll work more on my apartment search.”
“If you need some help finding motivation, you can work on that from here, or I bet Ian could find you some space to work near him.” Cohen’s psychic powers were definitely showing.
“Those are both good ideas.” My motivation kept escaping. “Either one of you would bring me luck because I’m not finding a lot on my own.”
Or at least I wasn’t finding a lot I thought I would love…or that would be practical.
I was not living in someone’s basement even if the rent was low and it only flooded during hurricane season.
I wasn’t even sure when that was, but I knew it couldn’t be good.
Cohen took another sip of coffee as he seemed to think about something based on the soft humming noises he was making. “Then bring your computer and we’ll figure it out when you get here.”
Again, more silence filled the line, and it took me a moment to take a guess at what he was thinking. “I wasn’t hinting at anything. Stop thinking so loudly.”