Jeff looked up from a piece of paper with panic in his eyes, "Yes! No! 42! You're pretty. I love you."
I just looked at him.
"I'm sorry, hon. I was reading. I missed what you said."
I smiled. "Yeah, I noticed. I said, 'I'm feeling sexy this morning with my hair all wavy and mussed.'"
He looked me over and nodded, smiling now, "Yeah, you do. You've got the curls from last night going on and it all mussed. You are sexy this morning. I like it."
"Thank you, dear. You can go back to reading about Arkham Horror."
"Nope. I'm done. I'll just look at you.
