Page 4 of Excitable Boy

“Good girl. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Sir.”

At least that was one lecture off his plate. He knew she didn’t want to shop for a new car, and now she had no choice. At least he didn’t have to play the bad guy and sternly order her to do it, because he knew she’d been putting it off.

He groaned as he forced himself to sit up on the edge of the bed, feeling every ache and pain in his body.

I’m really getting too old for this shit.

As he dragged himself into a reasonably vertical position, he snagged his work phone off the nightstand to take both phones into the bathroom with him. He had work to focus on today if he wanted to get home to Shayla sooner. At least no one was hurt, insurance would total out the Civic, and he wouldn’t have to engage mean-Dom mode on Shayla to pick out a new car.

The Universe works in funny ways.