I gave him a kiss on the cheek because a jealous Mal was an awesome sight. “What was he talking about ‘it’s time’?”
“Davie wants to play a few songs for Ev. We gotta go back out.” He sighed and sat me back on the counter. His hands rubbed over my sides. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
Still he frowned.
“You know, you can be kind of intense sometimes, Malcolm Ericson.”
His watched me in silence.
“You come across as this happy-go-lucky-type dude most of the time, but you are in fact a man of many layers. You’re kind of complicated.”
“Surprised?”
“Yes. And no.”
“And you call me complicated. You gonna dance with me later?” he asked, shaking off the bad mood.
“I’d love to.”
“You wanted another drink, didn’t you? C’mon, let’s go get that before I set up.” He lifted me down, his hands on my hips, treating me with the utmost care.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever. Fake or not.”
“How many you had?”
“Boyfriends? Two.” I held up a couple of fingers, just in case he wanted a visual aid. It was good to be helpful.
“So I’m number three?”
“No, you’re number two. Relationships aren’t my specialty.”
“No?” He lifted his chin, looked down at me. “You’re doing real good, Anne.”
“Thanks, Mal.”