Page 37 of Single Daddy Scot
You,I want to say.Wanting you could be my undoing.I keep those mad thoughts to myself, naturally.
‘It’s nothing,’ I mumble, wiping a treacherous tear from my cheek. ‘I just have what’s called a fine emotional trigger, meaning I spend my days going around half cocked.’
‘I can well sympathise.’
‘Why?’ I ask, looking up at him once again. ‘Are you emotional, too?’
‘No, but I am constantly half-cocked around you.’
‘Be serious!’
‘I’m deadly serious. And as for a gay boyfriend, he’d be about the only bloke able to resist you.’
‘You’re clearly deranged.’
‘And you’re gorgeous.’
‘Ha, you wouldn’t have looked twice at me back then. Not with my big bum and frizzy hair—that’s why I was his girlfriend. Or his beard, more accurately. Speaking of which, I think he also took comfort in my moustache.’
‘I know what you need,’ he says.
‘If you say therapy,I willpunch you.’
‘I was gonna say a microphone and a stage. Have you ever considered stand-up comedy?’
