“You’re in luck, because I do.”
“I’m glad my name pleases you.”
“You should be.”
“Mmhmm. What about your name, Messy Marvin?”
“Smart ass. Jett Beauregard Walker.”
“What!”
“Hey, it’s a family name!”
“Oh I bet it is. No wonder you go by Jett B. Walker.”
“Jerk.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. It’s cute. My little Beauregard.”
“Don’t you go spreading that around.”
“I could think of plenty of other things to spread instead.”
“Tease. I miss you, Kansas.”
“I know, and I feel the same. It’s so weird.”
“Not really. My dad said he knew with my mom. When he met her she was it. Freshman year of college, they met in their first class, and that was all she wrote.”
“You really believe in that stuff?”
“You don’t?”
“I’m undecided.” Her whispered tone told him this went deeper than skepticism of a logical mind.
“Guess I’ll have to convince you otherwise.”
“It’ll be fun to watch you try.”
“Yes, it will. I could talk to you all night, but right now I need to get back into the shower.”
“Totally understand. Talk to you soon.”
“In the next couple of days for sure.”
“Good, sweet dreams.”
“Night, Sas.” The cheesy smile that lined his lips as he hung up made him shake his head. I am totally smitten. Fuck.
****
“So, are you going to tell me who lover boy is yet?” Mya asked.
Loosened by the cocktails they’d enjoyed at dinner Kansas figured what the hell.
“Yeah, we talked about it, and I got the green light. First, I need you to promise you won’t freak out on me.”
“Why? Is he a she? I won’t judge you.” The solemn look on Mya’s face tickled her.