That didn’t affect my nipples or other.
That warmed my heart, melted my belly and made my toes curl.
“Love you too.”
“And I love you two together,” Harlow squeaked when I hung up.
I shot her a smile then told Marjorie, “He isn’t listening to me either.”
“I should have known,” Marjorie groused.
“But, while you’re here, can we get you a coffee? Or Lucia’s special today is Vietnamese egg roll burritos. And they’re fantastic,” I offered.
“Vietnamese egg roll burritos?” Marjorie asked.
“She’s all about the fusion,” I explained.
“Noodles…in a burrito?” she asked.
“Trust me, it works,” I answered.
“I haven’t had lunch yet,” she said.
“I’ll put your order in,” I told her.
“Make that a double,” The Kevster said.
“They have pork in them,” I shared. “Or you could go shrimp.”
“Can I have one of each?”
So, not vegetarian.
That skewed him to my parents’ end of the hippie spectrum.
“You guys gonna stay or take out?” I asked.
The Kevster threw his arms wide. “And miss soaking in more of this awesome vibe? I’m staying.” He looked to Marjorie. “Wanna join me?”
The way she gave him a once-over, I thought she’d dis him.
But she shocked me by saying, “I’d be honored.”
Like a knight of old, The Kevster offered his arm, she took it, and he escorted her to an open table.
Harlow and I watched them go.
If that wasn’t an unholy coupling, there wasn’t one.
We turned to each other.
“This is a magical place,” she whispered.
It sure was.
We grinned at each other.
Then I went to the register to punch in their order.
