Page 43 of Run, Little Bunny

“More wine?” I ask.

“Only if you’re having some.”

I smirk and grab a glass, bringing the bottle to the table, refilling hers, and pouring myself one. “Cheers, little bunny.”

“Cheers, Buttons.”

“Don’t remind me.”

She giggles. “I was really happy when I saw that the Easter Bunny was buff.”

“You think I’m buff?”

“Don’t be so desperate for a compliment.”

“I was being serious.”

“Um. Yeah. Have you seen your arms?”

Smiling, I spin a forkful of pasta, lifting it to my mouth. “I think they could be bigger.”

Anna sips her wine with a little chuckle, and I smirk. I grab for her wrist. “I really like this bracelet. When I saw it, I couldn’t believe how perfect it was for you.”

“It’s the best gift ever.”

Watching her, I can’t believe this. How comfortable tonight feels. Anna twirls her pasta on her fork, using a spoon to assist, and I smile.

“Did they give you pasta eating lessons at La Nonna? You’re making me feel like uncultured swine.”

“I’ve learned a lot working there. Especially about wine. Can you believe people actually buy wine that is over a thousand dollars a bottle?”

“No. I mean, I believe it, but I don’t get it.”

“Same. Like if I was going to blow a thousand dollars, it wouldn’t be on a bottle of wine.”

“What would it be on?”

“Hmm … how frivolous am I being?”

“The most frivolous.”

“I’ve always wanted …” she trails off.

“What?”

“I’m not going to tell you. I don’t want you to think that I think you’re going to buy it for me.”

“Understood. But I don’t have that much money, so don’t get your hopes up.”

She laughs. “Okay. If I was going to light a thousand dollars on fire, I would get these really sexy shoes I keep seeing online. What about you?”

“Hard to say. I guess VIP tickets to Country Thunder.”

“You would still go to that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“It seems like something high school kids and people in their early twenties do. All of my friends go every year, getting blackout drunk while walking through the mud and singing country music.”

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