“I really don’t get it.” Something about the confused voice coming from behind me had me tuning into the slightly too loud conversation. “Why does any top need more than about four inches? My prostate isn’t all the way up in my intestines.”

Huh?

“I’m pretty sure this is just a you thing.” The slightly timid sound to the second voice made me smile. He had no idea what to say to his confused friend but that didn’t stop the other one.

“You have to promise not to get offended or mad or anything like that because I’m just trying to help.” It was the innocent, I’m helpful and sweet look that made it clear she was up to something ridiculous.

“No.” Shaking my head, I knew better than to agree to anything when Melissa started a sentence like that. Of course, I was stubborn and it’d taken me a few times to learn that particular lesson. “I’m not that naïve any longer.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” Shaking her head, she looked like she knew she was right and I should just follow along. “This is going to change dating for you. I know it.”

Oh, that made it sound even worse.

Dating was…difficult.

“No.” I was hoping if I kept repeating that answer it would sink in eventually. Unfortunately, we’d known each other so long she said I was family now and that seemed to mean boundaries weren’t a thing anymore.

Trying to turn the conversation, I gestured toward the display case in the bakery where they were showing off all their goodies to perfection. “Have you decided what to get for dessert?”