“I love you too and I was really hoping you’d be my boyfriend.” He’s gone solid. A block of ice doesn’t have shit on Shep. I grant him a few shocked seconds and then I give his collar a yank. “Shep.” Life comes to his eyelids and they start butterflying. “I’m sorry,” he says on choppy air. “I’m sorry, would you say that again?” “Is it really that much of a surprise?” “Eve. Say it again.” “Boyfriend and girlfriend. You and me. Sitting in a tree, et cetera, et cetera. Did I leave anything out?” “Yes.” “Oh, right. I love you.”
