Page 27 of Crashing into Love

Then, Drew herself took a slice of lemon and a few strawberries from the bowl to show Gia what she meant. Gia decided to take one of everything in the bowl and stirred them all into her water glass.

“That cannot taste good,” Selma said on a laugh.

“It does,” Gia replied before taking a big gulp without using her straw.

“Okay. I don’t want you to choke. Use the straw.” She laughed again at her precocious child.

“Are you going to try?” Drew asked.

“Fruit in my water? I’ve done that before. Not exactly a big secret.”

“It was to her,” Drew replied, nodding toward Gia, who seemed to be having second thoughts about how good her water actually was, if her facial expression was any indication. “Do you want mine?” Drew asked and slid her water over to Gia.

“Thank you,” Gia said.

“I’ll get you another water. What do you want to eat?”

“Doesn’t someone usually do all this for us? Like a waiter?”

“I can put it in the system. They’ll just bring it to us when it’s ready.”

“Okay. Um… I’ll have the pot roast, then. And yes, another water, please.”

“This one is way better,” Gia said of Drew’s water.

“I’m glad,” Selma said. “Chicken fingers and fries?”

“Yes, please,” Gia replied.

Selma looked at Drew again.

“You don’t have to keep asking. I’ve got her,” Drew told her.

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

Selma got up again and walked over to the computer, where she put in the order for Drew’s food and Gia’s. Then, she got another water for Drew and set it down on the table.

“What are you having?” Drew asked. “I should’ve asked you first so I know what you think is best today. I haven’t had the pot roast since I was here last time. Is it still good?”

“Shit.”

“Mom said, ‘Shit,’” Gia noted and laughed.

“No, she didn’t.” Selma stood up once more. “I forgot to put my own dinner in. I’ll be right back.”

She didn’t know where her head was at tonight. Maybe it was stuck on the fact that Drew looked really good in a flannel shirt with a leather jacket over it, and those boots she was wearing to match didn’t hurt, either. Her hair was tousled and looked freshly washed, and it also didn’t have any product in it to keep it in place, so Selma could just run her hand through it, and it would be so soft.

“Get it together,” she whispered to herself as she put her own food order in, sent it to the kitchen, and walked back over to the table.

“Mom, you said, ‘Shit.’” Gia laughed again.

Selma looked over at Drew, who was smirking.

“It was an accident,” Selma supplied. “So, what are your plans for tomorrow, Drew? Mountain?”

“So far, that’s all I’ve got, yeah. I’ve been testing my knee this trip.”

“How do you test your knee?” Gia asked.

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