Page 89 of This Memory
I leaned forward. “No, and you can never tell her I buy cookies from another baker. It would hurt her feelings. I had one as a sample and they’re out-of-this-world amazing.”
Nodding her head, Evelyn replied, “Got it. Meatball sub from Bella’s, chips, and black cherry cookies from Plum Street Market. Anything else?”
Giving it some serious thought, I shook my head. “No, that’s it.”
It was pretty clear that Denny was trying not to laugh, as was Gavin. On the other hand, Evelyn was typing it all into her phone like a woman on a mission.
“I’m glad one of you is taking this seriously. Trust me, try one of the black cherry cookies and you’ll see what I mean.”
Two hours later, I was finally home. It was late, and Gavin was exhausted, but a giant bouquet of flowers and black cherry cookies awaited me in the kitchen. A note said the meatball sub was in the refrigerator.
I took it out and put it in the microwave. When I saw Gavin eyeing me, I asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s late, Bry. Are you really going to eat a meatball sub?”
“Yes, I am. I’m starving. And I can’t really have dessert before I eat dinner.”
“But we had dinner before we went to the tree lighting ceremony.”
“Yes, but since then, I’ve taken a nice nap, had water pumped into my body, and dreamed of eating my black cherry cookies. The baby wants meatballs again.”
He raised his brows. “The baby does, huh?”
“Damn right, she does.” I hit start, and the microwave did its thing. “Besides, Denny and Evelyn went to all that trouble. You saw her text. They barely got to Bella’s to place the order before closing. And it’s a good thing Plum Street Market stays open until one in the morning.”
I checked the pantry and took out the Lay’s chips. When the microwave beeped, Gavin took out the sub and put it on a plate for me.
“Oh, that smells so good!”
Gavin looked like he was about to fall over.
“Gavin, go to bed.”
“I’m fine.”
“You worked all day.”
He chuckled. “So did you.”
“But,” I replied with a smile, “I got to take a nap in the ER. Seriously, go to bed.” I opened the chips, took out a couple, and put them inside the meatball sub.
“What are you doing?”
Glancing up, I asked, “What do you mean?”
He pointed to my plate. “You’re putting chips in your sub.”
“I need the crunch.”
Gavin watched me as I cut the sub in half and took a bite. I closed my eyes and moaned in delight as the slightly spicy marinara sauce hit my tongue.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. That issogood.”
“Are you eating it or having sex with it?”
Opening my eyes, I looked at Gavin. “If this meatball sub could give me an orgasm, it would only make this experience that much better.”
After staring at me briefly, he closed his eyes and shook his head. “I think Idoneed to go to sleep, because that sounded about right.”
