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supposed to say. “Thank you again, Rome, really. I’m very lucky you were out there sucking down my kryptonite.” I giggle and swing my sucker in his direction. He tries to snap at it, leading to a playful shoving match between us.
    “Who is this, Whome?” the youngest little brother asks.
    “She’s a friend.” Rome gives me a wink and picks up the small boy, sitting him at a lap desk in the floor.
    “Her’s purdy,” he giggles.
    I bust out in a full-on belly laugh. “Thank you, kind sir,” I say while ruffling his messy bed head.
    Still in my boy cut shorts and Kurt Cobain tank, wrapped warmly in a very large Rome hoodie, we start walking towards my house. “You know, Rory, for a girl who was almost . . .you know…you aren’t very upset.”
    The silence between us is deafening. Was that a cricket ? After a few seconds, I decide to be very honest with him. I mean, the first time I met him, I slept in his bed, and wore his clothes. I have not even done that with Toby. So why not be honest?
    “That’s because this has happened so many times in the past, I can’t even count.   I just got comfortable here and forgot how to play the game.”  Well that is not going to sit well, so I continue, after seeing his quizzical glare. “I usually drop Benadryl in their beer, so by the time my mom is knocked out, they are, too. It’s always worked, but I forgot last night, thinking he would just leave.” I notice we are almost back to my place. I did not realize he lived so close. We are both walking slowly.
    “You need to be more c areful. What’s your number? I’ll text you, and you save it. If you ever feel like you need saving, just call me.”
    I know my face has a more-than -friends look on it, but I don’t mean for it to. Rome is untouchable to me. Older, HOT, bad boy, baggage…and then there’s Toby.  I need to get a grip.
    “Thank you so much,” I say as I key my number into his phone.   He leaves me only after checking the house to make sure I’m alone. Carol stumbles past us as we go up the steps. At least the trucker is gone and likely states away by now.

    A few weeks have passed since my crazy attack, and the big nasty winter war is in full effect. Snow is on the ground, and it’s freezing. I hate January. Cold, and oh yeah, it’s my birthday. It’s OK, no one knows!
    “I know, Toby. Yes, the whole day. I told you I have like eight loads to do. YES, TOBY! If I do not, who will? Thax needs clean clothes, and my uniforms are all filthy.   It will be fine. He saved my damn life, Toby; he is not going to hurt me. JUST STOP IT!” I look up to see Rome walk in the laundromat with two baskets in hand and two rugrats at his feet. I smile. “Whatever, Toby, I do not have a maid, and the boys are going to play. I need to get done. K, love you, too. I’ll text soon as I’m home. O….K…. BYE!” Smacking the phone down on the counter where I’m folding a load, I can’t help but growl.
    “Problems in paradise, Princess?” Rome giggles while chunking clothes in the wash.
    “Psht…yeah, apparently I have traveled to Rome.” I laugh and look over at him. Golly Miss Molly, this man is freaking amazeballs. He cooks, cleans, works and does the laundry. Everything. “I don’t know, Rome. For real, Toby is the nicest guy ever. He is grateful you were there, but now he hates we are friends. He says I hang out with you more than him and Mando. I call bullshit on that because I work more than anything. Moreover, it is not my fault he will not stop here. For Christ’s sake, I have to jump from a moving truck. At least you hang out at my house.”
    I look over at the noise coming from the three boys playing with cars in the floor.  Although Thax is older than they are, he enjoys them like crazy! He says they are like little brothers. “I mean, he can’t get over us being friends. I told him you are like a big brother, but his jock strap is all twisted about it.” We both laugh like we always