Page 76 of Sack

“I think you should consider it.”

“I’m glad I don’t make your ears bleed. Now I know I can sing along to the radio on our drive home, but that’s as far as I would take it.”

He wanted to argue further, even started to, but she talked over him.

“Besides, I love what I do. I love being creative. I’d be bored within a week if I had to sing for a living. I don’t have the passion for it.”

That he could understand. If she felt about graphic design the way he did about football, he’d let the subject drop.

Their silence stretched until they reached a restaurant with a wooden sign that read The Crab Shack.

“You think this place sells crabs?” Ivy threw him a smirk.

“If it doesn’t, they need to hire you to do their marketing.”

That made her laugh. “Shall we give it a try?”

“I’m game.”

The place was busy even at the odd hour between lunch and dinner. Colt took that as a good sign.

“They must have good food. Most of the tables are full.” Ivy echoed his thoughts.

They were shown to a table.

“I feel like I’m on a boat,” Ivy said over the top of her menu.

The place was rustic. Fishing nets draped the wooden walls along with other bits of fishing paraphernalia. Hell, even their table was a ship’s wheel encased in resin to give it a flat surface.

“I just hope we don’t leave here thinking we’re pirates.”

Ivy giggled. “I don’t know. I think you’d look rather sexy with an eye patch. Did you know pirates wore them to keep one eye adjusted to the dark so they could see better below deck?”

“And here I thought there were just a bunch of pirates running around with only one eye.”

“Hello. My name is Andy. I’ll be your server today. Can I start you off with anything to drink while you look over the menu?”

Andy did a double-take, but he didn’t say anything, and for that, Colt was grateful. “Would you like something to drink?” Colt directed his question to Ivy.

“Um, I’ll take a Sprite if you’ve got it.”

“We do.” The server turned his attention back to Colt. “And for you, sir?”

“I’ll have an iced tea with extra ice.”

Andy nodded. “I’ll be back in a minute to take your order.”

“Do you know what you want?” Colt asked as soon as their server left.

“Do you want to share the crab platter? I don’t think I can eat a whole dinner by myself.”

Colt closed his menu and set it on the table. “Sounds good.”

As promised, their server was back within a minute with their drinks and Colt placed their order.

When Andy left, Ivy reached over and placed her hand, palm up, on the table, wiggling her fingers. Once he placed his hand in hers, she said, “Thank you.”

He raised a brow. “For?”

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