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It was difficult to focus on the book and on Vegas, who was in play mode. He kept bringing me toys and I’d throw them, he’d scramble after them, and then we’d do it all over again. After the nap later, we needed to take him on a good long walk so he’d sleep tonight. Maybe go to the park that was close by.
The money book actually turned out to be hilarious and kind of mean, so I started paying attention and my brain clicked on so I shut out everything but the words on the page.
“Lunch is ready,” a voice said right near my ear. I jumped up and dropped the book.
“What the fuck?” I looked to find an amused Emma.
“I was calling your name for a while, but you were completely lost,” she said. That had happened before, too many times to count. Whenever I fell into my focus mode, you could scream my name a million times and I would not hear you.
“Sorry,” I said, picking up the book from the floor before Vegas started chewing on it. I couldn’t imagine the shame of taking a dog-chewed book back to them and then having to offer to buy a new copy.
“Good book?” she asked.
“Actually, yes. You should read it when I’m done.”
“I should finish my Blind Date with a Book first. You know my rule, I don’t read another book until I’ve finished all the books that I’m supposed to read.” I stared at her for a second.
“What is that like?” I couldn’t imagine.
“It’s nice, you could try it.” She leaned on the back of the couch and there was a soft smile on her face like she wanted to kiss me but wasn’t sure if she should.
I was about to tell her that she could kiss me when she shook herself and glanced back into the kitchen.
“Lunch?” she said. Right, food. I was completely starving. I’d gotten so caught up in reading I’d forgotten about it.
“Yeah, lunch.” I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to kiss me. I wanted to spend a lot of the day kissing, but it seemed only fair that I should sort my shit out before we went down that road again.
We sat down together and had our salads.
“Where’s the dessert?” I asked. Emma shrugged.
“I don’t know, where could it be?” I gave her a puzzled look.
“Did you make it already?”
“Yup.” Hmm. That meant that it was probably in the fridge. That narrowed my options down. Some sort of pudding? Mousse? That seemed too obvious.
“I’ll figure it out, you just wait,” I said.
“I’m not hearing any guesses, so you’re not doing well so far,” she said, and I wanted to poke her with my fork.
“Chocolate pudding?”
“No.”
“Key lime pie?”
“No.”
“Chocolate lime pudding pie?” That one made her laugh.
“No, but that’s a good idea. I might have to try that one. I love chocolate and lime together.” That did sound good. I should make more dessert suggestions. We could come up with the next big thing, whatever that would be.
I kept guessing, but I wasn’t getting anywhere, and I wanted to know.
“Okay, I don’t care. Just tell me,” I said, when I put the dishes in the sink to rinse before putting them in the dishwasher. She’d already washed the pan she’d cooked the chicken in and cleaned up everything else. No clues here. She’d been too sneaky, and I’d been too oblivious, which was kind of how things went with us.
“First, you have to close your eyes.” I narrowed them instead, instantly suspicious.
