I wince a bit before admitting the embarrassing truth. “The neighbor next door.”
“Really?” She squeals. “The young hottie?”
“Yes.”
“Cradle robber,” she teases. “No seriously though… you go, girl. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“You know me… I probably won’t.”
“Oh, you’re no fun.”
I laugh. “Okay, gotta go, Claudia.”
I’m still smiling as I get back to my dinner preparations. The ground beef is cooking in an oversized pan, and the veggies for the fried rice are in the other. I’ve chopped the mango and the red pepper for the salad, and I pull out my favorite plates to set the table. I debate getting the candle holders. They would add a nice touch, but it might send the wrong message.
This isnota date.
