Casanova Cowboy--excerpt 8

          “You know I’m right,” I said. 

         “You look tired,” she said, the mother in her coming out.
          “I am.  We had to sleep together last night.”
          “You slept with Ryan last night?” she asked shocked.
          “Not slept that way Mom.  In fact I didn’t sleep well at all.  We could only find one room and it had a king bed.  Ryan slept in his sweats between layers.  He slept like a baby.  Me on the other hand, I felt tied down by the covers, like I couldn’t move.”
           She started to laugh and didn’t stop.  I watched as she laughed so hard tears ran out of her eyes.  I let it go on a few minutes.
          “What is so God damn funny?” I finally asked.
          “You.  You are funny.  The things you do.  I’m sorry it’s just funny,” mom said.
         “I’m so glad I can entertain you,” I said.