26.
Hoot.
After telling Bear I was going to be gone all night, and that I had my pager, I tracked down the future Mrs. Gibson. Who had been sent home from work for the night to recuperate from her day. I was almost ready to call her two other jobs to tell them she needed a day off.
She wouldn't let me.
I wasn't about to argue with the woman who had just let me into her bed. Although I had to promise I would keep my pants on and my zipper up. And if her father came home she was pushing my southern ass out the damn window, and that was quoting her verbatim.
Once again I thought about calling her other two jobs when she fell asleep, right before Kevin Bacon started prancing around in Footloose, a scene she had been looking forward to seeing.
But that very well could have been detrimental to my tricking her into marrying me.
After watching G and everything he did to make his wife happy over the years, and I had been paying attention; I wasn't doing anything that could be misconstrued in any sort of way.
Women were tricky.
Diana wasn't just tricky, she was a handful. Her last boyfriend "boywonder" had done a swell job pissing her off. I had to therefore be careful, her pissed off button was sensitive.
While she slept, curled up against me, a good sign in my book. I put both our phones on vibrate and then called my phone with her phone, storing her number in mine for when we were stateside.
In my head I was formulating a plan. Somehow I had to get her to move to North Carolina with me.
She was out like a light, so I had plenty of time for my plotting.