~48~
"Seriously, if you could donate a signed jersey or cap, that would be great." I wanted this conversation over—now. I hated currying favors.
As usual, Emmett took the opportunity to dangle his catnip in front of my whiskers. "How much do you think my jock would go for?"
"Oh, probably about . . . nothing!"
He elbowed me in the side a couple times. "Aww, c'mon. Aren't you gonna be there? I know you'd bid at least a buck for it. You could put it on your bed next to my cap."
"That makes a lovely mental picture. Thank you so much."
Author's Note: Doesn't it though? Yes, Emmett is the endless romantic, isn't he? I may have posted a picture of that jock in my FB patch, so you could have a REALLY good mental picture of it. *wink*
XXX ~BOH
