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He caught me, and giving me little kisses in between sweet smiles, he shuffled me in.
His little kisses weren’t near as good as having his tongue, but I wasn’t complaining.
He dropped his pack to the floor.
Still pressed up against him with my arms around his neck, I asked, “What do you wanna do today?”
“You’ve been in this city a lot longer than I have, what’s there to do?”
“Can I take you to my favorite place in all of Phoenix?”
“Perfect.”
We took Cleo out for another stroll to tide her over while we were away because only service dogs were allowed where we were going, and we had to leave her behind. Then we loaded up into Cap’s Porsche.
As such, I guided him to the Desert Botanical Gardens.
I’d been there bunches of times before. In fact, Luna and her family and I went there every Christmas season to do the luminaria extravaganza.
But as much as I loved them (and the luminarias), no visit I’d taken there was as fabulous as strolling the paths hand-in-hand with Cap.
Indeed, doing that made the place flat-outmagical.
We took our first selfie together under the big shady tree just up the way from the patron mosaic (and it was hard to stop looking at that snap, because, straight up, we were perfect together—so perfect, it was going to take all my willpower not to print it out within twenty-four hours, find the ideal frame and put it pride of place in my pad).
Eventually, we had a late lunch sitting outside on the patio at Gertrude’s.
We ended the visit by stopping by the gift shop, where I bought two succulents. One for my house and one to adorn Tito’s table at SC.
Late afternoon, we let ourselves into the gate of the Oasis, holding hands and each of us carrying a pot in our free one.
Just to say, on the whole, Cap was a hand-holder, not just when things were emotional.
I loved it.
No, wait.
Strike that.
I loved it.
Once inside, we spied Martha and Linda hanging out in the seating area by the barbeque.
“Yo!” I called.
“Get over here,” Martha called back.
I stifled a smile, because Martha was a hoot. But she was also a lot.
We wandered over while I warned under my breath, “That’s Martha, brown hair, and Linda, gray. Linda’s lovely, but try to ignore everything Martha says.” I paused then finished, “Or does.”
“Gotcha,” Cap said under his breath.
“Hey, guys,” I greeted when we got to them and stopped.
“Heya, Raye,” Linda replied.
“Who are you?” Martha asked Cap.
