Page 58 of Beau Pair
Gordon
Dolly agreed to pick up Elsie on Saturday, even though she had plans with Zoe, to allow for Beau and me to go on our date. I knew Dolly wasn’t upset, but I didn’t know if Zoe would be for ruining their plans.
Of course, all that concern was squashed the minute they came in the house to pick her up and Zoe told Elsie they had a fun day planned for her, starting with an excursion to the park and then playtime at home.
I might have underestimated Zoe after all. She seems to really like Dolly and Elsie and spending time with both.
By seven in the evening, I’m wearing Beau’s suit and knocking on his door to check if he’s ready.
We agreed earlier we’d get ready separately because we both knew if we got dressed together, there wouldn’t be much dressing happening and we’d miss our reservation.
Beau’s door swings open and knocks the air out of my lungs.
There he is, in a black and blue floral jacket that hugs his upper body so perfectly, giving it authority and flair at the same time, with a matching bow-tie and a black shirt, and black slacks looking like a million bucks. A million bucks I would happily invest in.
“Tasty,” I mumble, and lick my upper lip, and Beau closes the distance between us to give me a kiss.
“Are you talking about yourself again?” he laughs.
“Did-did you make this?” I ask, running a glance up and down his body.
Even his shoes match the floral pattern of his jacket. He’s polished. Sheer perfection. And he’s going out with me.
What sort of jackpot did I win?
“I did indeed. I even made the shoes.” He beams when he answers me.
“You’re so fucking talented, Baby Beau,” I tell him, and pull him into my arms again. “You’re gonna be big one day.”
“Umm, yeah. If you don’t let me go, I’m gonna get big now and we’ll miss our table,” he says and pushes himself off me.
I don’t miss the instant redness in his face.
“You’re right. Are you ready?” I ask.
He nods.
“Want to drive?”
“Sure,” he says, and we start down the stairs.
“Ever driven a Tesla?” I ask him.
He laughs and rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, right. Because everyone drives expensive cars in small town ‘Mericana,” he says.
We reach the front door, and he opens it.
“No. What I meant is, do you want to drive a Tesla?”
Beau grimaces and gives me that look that says, “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Is that even a question? But, unfortunately, it’ll have to wait for when I’m ‘big,’” he replies, and I touch his shoulder to stop him.
With my other hand, I dig in the suit pocket, take my phone out and click on the garage door app.
Beau stares at my phone for a moment, then turns to the garage as the door slides up to reveal the car laying dormant inside.
