“Not a word.”
“So, what’s going on there? You’re still with the PI, right?”
“Yeah, I’m staying with him and his MeeMaw.”
Lynn laughed. “His MeeMaw? Tell me you’re joking.”
“Nope. His MeeMaw lives with him. She’s really nice. But I’m not completely sure she likes me. I can’t tell,” I admitted.
“What’s not to like?” Lynn quipped.
“Everything,” I muttered.
“How’s the fake rela
tionship going?”
“It’s going,” I said, wincing inwardly.
“What’s that mean?” she said, and I could tell her mouth was full. She always did that. It was like she couldn’t talk on the phone without completing a full meal in the meantime.
“I don’t know, Lynn. I just… I don’t know. It’s weird.”
“What kind of weird? Clark is being nice to you, right?” She finally stopped chewing. Thank God.
“He’s nice.”
“So what’s wrong?” she asked.
“He kissed me,” I blurted out. “And then I kissed him.” It was like I suddenly had verbal diarrhea.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” I laid my forehead back in my palm and closed my eyes.
“How was it?” She waited patiently, and it sounded like she wasn’t even breathing.
“A-fucking-mazing,” I said on one long exhalation.
“Uh-oh.”
“Yeah. Uh-oh.”
“I told you not to get the feelings for him.”
“I know.” I growled low in my throat.
“Do you have the feelings?”
“I don’t know what the feelings feel like.” I hated saying that out loud, but it was true. I didn’t know what the feelings felt like and that, all by itself, was a tragedy.
“Well, when you’re with him, what does it feel like?” she asked.
“Like I can’t breathe and like I never want it to end all at the same time.”
“Uh-oh,” she said again.
“Yeah. Uh-oh.” Fucking feelings. I didn’t know what to do with them or how to interpret them.