The Temporary Roomie (It Happened in Nashville 2)

“Were you on a date?” I don’t mean to ask this, but it’s better than throwing a snuggle invitation at him.

He leans closer. “You should go get in bed. You look cold.”

“I’m okay right here.”

He grunts, and then I feel a second blanket wrapping around me. He tucks me in like a burrito and quietly says, “I was at the hospital. Get some sleep.”

I do, and I dream of Drew the whole night.

THURSDAY

Drew: Was this really necessary?

Drew: *large framed photo of cat wearing an adorable beanie mounted on the wall*

Me: It was absolutely necessary.

Drew: I’m failing to see how.

Me: It boosts morale. You don’t want to live in a house low on morale, do you?

Drew: Ever since you moved in, my house seems to be bursting with it.

Me: Do you actually want me to take it down?

Drew: …No.

FRIDAY

Drew: Where is it???

Me: I don’t know to what you are referring.

Drew: The mug. My mug. What did you do with it?

Me: Andrew, we have so many mugs. How could I possibly know which mug you’re talking about?

Drew: You know…white…looks like a snowman…has a carrot nose? Was on a shelf above my bedroom door and now it’s gone?

Me: Ohhhhhhhhhh.

Me: You mean this one?

Me: *picture of me drinking out of the mug at the

salon with a devious smirk*

Drew: Put it back…or else…

Drew: *picture of Drew holding a Sharpie with the cap off up to beanie-cat picture*

Me: You wouldn’t!!

Drew: You have until midnight to return my mug.

Drew: P.S. I called in takeout from the burger place you like with the nasty fries. Can you stop on the way home and grab it?

Me: Only if we can rent that new movie.