“Let’s start at the beginning of the day,” she said. “I hate alarm clocks, probably because my life is usually ruled by them. So I like to sleep in when I can.”
When he opened his mouth to respond, she held up a hand. “Consider the ‘yes, Blondie’ to be implied. You don’t have to say it every time.”
He chuckled. “What I was going to say was, I sleep like a rock, so if you need me in the middle of the night you have to call my phone. I have to set the ringer to max for it to wake me up. I wish someone would invent an alarm clock that literally pokes you in the ribs.”
“Noted.” She wrote that down in her journal. “I hate alarm clocks, you love them. We’re off to a great start.”
That smile…good God.
“You know what we should do? We should try to find at least one thing we can agree on.”
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