Page 26 of Love Unforgettable
“What does the ranch do?” Lexie asks.
“Cattle mostly, with a few other things on the side.
“So modest,” Mavis preens. “Cole uses the horses to make the people happy, that is good, no?”
“I train the horses that make the people happy, Miss Mavis. For equine therapy. And I sure do think it’s a good thing, yes, ma’am.”
“That’s when you use horses as a healing mechanism in therapy, right?” Lexie takes a drink after she asks. All I see is that little pink tongue hitting the lip of the glass before her lips close around it.
“Or am I mistaken?” She looks at me, and I realize I was just staring and didn’t answer her question.
“It is, yes.”
Get it together, Cole. Don’t squash the lightning bolt. Go slow.
“She is looker, no?” Mavis looks at me, but nods toward Lexie, a calculating gleam in her eyes. “Mybubala?” Mavis asks me.
“She’s stunning,” I tell Mavis, still looking at Lexie. Lexie looks down at her lap, not meeting my eyes.
The server brings our next round of drinks and tells us the food will be out soon. Lexie looks back at me and continues, “So, is it like training a service dog when you train a therapy horse. And do you have to practice equine therapy yourself to know how to do it?”
“Watch out, sweetheart, or I might think you’re interested in me if you keep askin’ me questions.”
“Hardly. I’d say I like to know who is spending time with Mavis, yes.”
“Well, I haven’t spent much time with her, but I’m sure that will change. Especially if she and Babs are together that much, and I plan to see Babs.”
“You aren’t going to take her out anywhere?”
“I . . . wasn’t planning on it, no. Am I supposed to?” I ask.
Lexie turns to Mavis, who is rapidly sucking her way through her second martini. “Are you okay with this,bubbe?”
“Of course, of course. Why should I not be?”
“Because, he’s—” Lexie’s phone rings from her purse, she holds up a finger, then reaches in her bag to grab it. “Excuse me, I have to take this. It’s Trevor, hopefully about Sasha.”
She steps away from the table, I sneak a peek at her ass as she walks away.
“She has nicetucchus, my girl.” Mavis puts her hand on my arm to get my attention. “A little small, but nice for grabbing, no?”
“Miss Mavis, you’re going to embarrass me. I’m not going to talk about Miss Lexie’s, err, your granddaughter’s behind with you.”
“Oh, you, the young are no fun. Everything is no don’t speak of that, don’t speak of this, such prudish behavior. There is no more strudel before the brisket,fershtay? Understand?”
“Uh . . . dessert before dinner?” I ask.
“Theshtuping, Cole. I speak of theshtuping. You must get to theshtup, when it is good, the rest works itself out, no?Oy vey. The youth, you make my head hurt so.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
I look at Mavis carefully. Unless I’m mistaken, she wants me to have sex with Lexie so that Lexie doesn’t have sex with the guy who just called. I mean, I am more than happy to oblige, but it usually takes two to really shake the sheets.
“Miss Mavis, don’t you think Lexie should have a say in this?”
“No! She is sad, from the dog. Sasha. Theschmo, he will fix Sasha, and mybubalawill be happy. She thinks there is love.Feh! There is no love.” Her face is scrunched in disgust, she grabs her martini and finishes the remainder in one large drink. “She drives me to drink, that one.Oy vey iz mir.
“That call, that is theschmuckcalling about Sasha.My Lexie gets themishegasin her head with thisgoy, the dog doctor.” Mavis makes twirls her finger at the side of her head, making the sign of crazy. “He is such aputz. She will be the fool yet again. Ayutzunless you step in. So, step in you must.”
“Okay, one thing at a time. What happened to Sasha?” I ask Mavis.
