Chapter Seven––––––––
Across town—Bull Brodsky’s home
“It’s just that you used the “L” word. We haven’t been seeing each other very long. Aren’t you rushing things?”
“Yeah, it’s early. But I know what I want. And it seems to me that you’re pretty damn close to my ideal. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying that. Maybe a magazine might tell me to shut the f**k up, don’t be honest. Maybe I shouldn’t use the word “love”. Is it too soon? Probably. I know what I feel. And you feel right.”
“I, I, I don’t know. It’s too early for me. I don’t know what I feel. Don’t know if I trust you,” she said. Her hand shook for a second, and her breath caught in her throat. Don’t lose him. What if he is the one?
“I get it. Devon’s filled you full of crap about me. You’re still sorting s**t out. I understand. I ju
