Chapter 7
“Did you always want to be a sonographer?”
Tonight, we weren’t bothering with video. Fisher had called while I was cleaning up from supper, and I’d retreated to my bedroom to hide out for the night. We’d fallen into talking so fast, neither one of us brought up the idea of switching to Skype, so currently I was stretched out on top of my blankets, wearing my earpiece instead of holding onto my phone, with my eyes closed as I let his voice wash over me.
“Is this your way of asking if I have some fetish about pregnant women?” I said with a laugh.
“That’s something a gay man should know about the guy he’s interested in, don’t you think? I need to know who my competition is.”
“You have competition? How did I not know that?”
“Because your head is big enough already.”
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