And thus went the rest of the week. Every day, Jet and I would work on preparations for the wedding, and Bambi would get underfoot or sidle up to the residents, who were more than happy for her company. I might need to remind the guests that she was my dog and they couldn’t take her home with them when Sunday came around, especially since someone had found the time to knit a hat, which she wore everywhere.
As for the attraction between Jet and I, flirting was the most we’d done. He seemed to know instinctively that I had a lot of issues to work through, and while s*x would be good—hell yes, it would—I needed to figure things out first.
“You ready to talk yet?” Jet asked on Friday in the early afternoon as I helped him with dirty lunch dishes. Though the wide kitchen window, I could see t
