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“No? What did you have in mind? Might as well tell me since we won’t be making it to the park.”
He laughed, his entire face brightening. I wanted to see it again, but couldn’t think of anything funny to say.
“Let’s see,” he said, propping his elbows on the step behind him. “Obviously, I would have charmed you the entire ride back to your parking lot. You’d think I was witty and handsome. By the time you put the truck in park, you’d be regretting we didn’t go out sooner.”
“I would, huh?”
“Yeah. Of course, I’d be regretting we didn’t go out sooner too.”
“I’m sure you would,” I said.
“Anyway, a taxi would come along at the exact moment we needed it. The ride to the park would be traffic free, and when we arrived, we’d have it all to ourselves.”
“Sounds pretty perfect.” I was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
“It is,” he said solemnly. “I’d spread out a blanket. We’d sip wine and snack on cheese while we contemplated the meaning of life and how we were going to make the world a better place.”
“You’re a deep thinker, I take it?” I had to bite my lip to keep from grinning.
He frowned playfully. “Hadn’t pegged me for one, I guess?”
“Not really.”
His frown deepened. “No. You definitely wouldn’t have said that on the date. By this point, you’d be enamored.”
“I am, just listening to this.” I snickered. “Go on.”
He tipped his head back and stared at the sky. “The food I’d prepared would be as warm as if it had just come out of the oven. You’d beg me to make it for you again.”
“What are we having?”
He smacked himself in the forehead, sheer panic on his face. “I forgot to bring dinner.”
“You just said I loved it,” I argued.
“No. For real. I forgot the food.”
My lips twitched, and I tried to hold in my laughter. Poor guy. This wasn’t going according to plan at all.
“Good thing I know a lady with a food truck.”
He dropped his head into his hands. “I’ve ruined it all.” Andrew’s eyes met mine. “I guess I got so excited to see you, I left the basket of food at home.”
His admission caused my heart to expand. I’d take that over dinner any day. “I like this date better than the one we were supposed to have,” I said softly.
“But we haven’t gotten to the stroll by the river,” he protested, appearing lighter.
“That sounds nice. However, it can’t compete with a broken down truck and chatting on someone else’s steps.” I meant that. So what if things weren’t going to planned?
“I’m having a good time.”
“You rang.” Holt sidled up to us, hands in his pockets.
Andrew stood and offered to help me up before slapping hands with his brother. “Thanks for coming.”
“Can’t leave you two stranded.” He tipped the bill of his worn baseball cap to me. “Pleasure to see you again, Trish.”
“You too.”
