DANE
Tuesday was laughing so hard he almost fell out of Dane's car when he opened the door to get out. Wiping tears from his face, he handed the crumpled pink paper to Marissa.
"I can't wait to get my legal pad." He looked at Dane. "You gonna let her do all that shit?"
"First, don't cuss. It's against the Center's rules. Second, it's her list. I'm an employee, just like you."
"Third, it's impolite to speak about me like I'm not standing here. And fourth, Dane isn't going to let me do anything. He's just supposed to protect me from..." Marissa waved her hand. "Stuff."
Dane crossed his arms. For the thousandth time, the thought entered his mind that he should ditch this crazy job. Never again would he worry about being in a rut. A normal, stable, boring bachelorhood sounded like heaven compared to life with Marissa. But he couldn't leave her. God knew what she'd think up next.
