Page 29 of Just Joshing
"Do you think," Josh choked out, "dog poo is the new pigeon poo?"
"What?" I asked, giggling uncontrollably. "Lucky?"
"Either that or we're in deep shit."
We both roared with laughter.
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Molly raised the coffee mug to her lips, eyelids fluttering down as she paused for a moment to smell the roast before taking a sip.
I'd never considered coffee erotic before this moment but all signs pointed to the fact I had a boner. I shifted on my seat, thinking of baseball stats, raw eggs and chihuahua's who didn't know better.
She replaced the mug and glanced at her watch, letting out a sigh.
"You have plans?"
She wrinkled her nose, reaching across the table to fork a mouthful of the brownie we were once again splitting. After the horror of venue shopping, we both deserved it.
"I have a… thing. It's not for another hour."
I leaned in, lifting an eyebrow. "A thing?"
She huffed out a sigh, blowing hair away from her face. "A thing."
"Does this… thing have a name?"
Her mouth kicked up, eyes sparkling. "Not that kind of thing."
"But not a family or charity thing?"
"No, not that." She agreed, now smiling.
I tapped fingers against the table. "Let's see, it's not a person, it's not an event, that leaves..." I leaned in, waiting for her to meet me in the middle. "A speed dating event."
She blinked once, then threw herself back, roaring with laughter. Her hand came up, finger pointing at me as she shook her head. "You knew!"
I grinned, neither confirming nor denying.
"Oh god," she groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes dramatically. "If you know that means Sam knows."
"Your secret is safe with me, Pecas."
She dropped her arm, tilting her head just a little. She did that when she was curious or unsure, had since three years old. "What does that mean?"
"Nothing," I muttered, standing abruptly. I pulled a few notes from my pocket, dropping them on the table. "Come on, you're going to be late."
"I have an hour!" She protested, allowing me to pull her up.
"You're wearing a turtle neck and jeans." I helped her shrug into her coat. "While I have no issues with this and think you look, hermoso, you're speed dating. Your knight could be waiting."
She grumbled, slipping her hand into mine as we exited the café. "My knight shouldn't care what I wear."
I threw her a grin, "and he won't. Once he gets to know you. Haven't you ever watched a rom-com?"
She bumped her shoulder into mine. "You're romance crazy."
