I chuckled. “Well, that’s a relief. You don’t need to go all Rambo on a job.”
“Not even if a red bandana would look awesome?”
“Even then.” I punctuated my words with an eye-roll.
“Speaking of Rambo, you wanna watch a movie or something? Finish this in the sitting room?” He gestured towards the beer and half-eaten food.
“Sure. I think the latestRambomovie is on Netflix, maybe. If not one of the other million apps you pay for.”
His laughter was loud. “Right. I was determined not to get trapped with a Foxtel subscription or bill, yet I now pay for at least six TV apps.”
“Tell me about it. I keep going to cancel a couple and then get dragged into a new TV show.”
“Hook, line, and sinker, right?”
“Yes! I’m sure they all add up to more than bloody Foxtel now,” I grumbled, carrying my food and drink into the sitting room.
“The hardships of life, huh!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m a terrible person.” I pulled a face at him, earning me a laugh.
We settled down, and Dan searched for the latestRambomovie. I relaxed against the comfortable cushion and smiled. While I hadn’t perfected my reaction or my longing quite yet, this—the hanging out, the chilling—I could do.
Connecting with Dan was worth the discomfort of keeping my feelings buried, and I could still make that commitment for a New Year’s resolution.
I could definitely do this.
