He barked a laugh, running a hand across her thighs. “A good pollinator? What does that mean? Is she looking for bees?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know that much about gardening so sue me. And does it matter? She’s looking at you like you’re a sandwich she wants to devour.”
“What kind of sandwich?”
“Um. Ham and cheese.”
“That’s probably the unsexiest sandwich you could have come up with.”
She released a frustrated growl because the thought of any real-life Carlotta was making her crabby. “Whatever. I already hate Carlotta and damn if I want to give her too much credit when it comes to creative sandwich options.”
Mason cleared his throat, getting into character, as his hand slid to her waist. “I’m sorry, ma’am—”
“Oh, yes, that’s good. Always call them ma’am. The Carlottas of the world hate that.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. But we don’t sell bees here. And I am not a sandwich.”
Laughter spilled out of her as she dropped to his chest, snuggling into him. “That was really smooth.”
“But not as smooth as Alejandro.”
“Forget about that guy. He’s a sucky tipper and keeps staring at his reflection in the window.”
“I’ll make sure to leave a double tip next time.”
“Who knew the invention of Alejandro would bring about such positive results? I should have conjured him up a long time ago.”
“Okay, but the point is, we don’t need Alejandro or Carlotta, right? It’s just you and me.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and she’d never felt this safe and secure before.
“Just you and me,” she repeated, closing her eyes, and letting a moment of peace settle over her soul.
