Page 88 of Her Paramedic
“Yeah. I looked up the go-kart place, and it wasn’t too far from a shopping center. It had an arcade, so there might be a couple of restaurants. If it does, we can go there depending on the reviews, and then play some games at the arcade afterward.”
“We can do that if you want to, baby,” Slate replied.
Before she could answer his phone rang. “Your mom’s calling,” she told him.
“Answer it, gorgeous.”
Talia answered the phone, bringing it to her ear. “Hi Corrin,” she greeted.
“Hey, sweetie,” she responded before saying, “Oh my goodness, I forgot you were going away for the weekend. I’m interrupting, aren’t I?”
“No, not at all. Give me a second and I’ll give Slate the phone.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey. I can ask him later.”
“It isn’t a problem. He’s making lunch. Hold on a second.”
Talia got up and took Slate his phone. She thought it was adorable that Corrin felt so flustered and apologetic about interrupting them when they weren’t doing anything but lounging around. She knew if it had been Courtney calling, they would have wanted a play-by-play of what they were doing, and their plans for the rest of the trip before getting off the phone. It was just how they were, but she wouldn’t have them any other way.
She went back to her folder and chose a few pictures to upload to social media, while Slate talked to his mother.
“You still want my phone, babe?” Slate asked several minutes later after he’d finished the call.
“No, baby, I’m good. I sent the pictures to myself.”
Twenty minutes later, Slate returned to the living room with two plates and sat them on the table before going back into the kitchen and returning with drinks.
“Thank you,” Talia said when he handed her a glass.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
As they ate, she pulled up the shopping center she found, and they looked through the list of businesses held there. There were two restaurants, and after reading several of the reviews for each one, they chose the seafood restaurant.
Once they finished eating, Talia cleaned up since Slate cooked, and then settled next to him again on the couch. They had a few hours before they planned to head out. They would visit the go-kart track, do some shopping, have dinner, and end the night with a few nostalgic arcade games.
They watched two movies, then changed out of the clothes they went hiking in before leaving the cabin. Talia put the address for the go-kart track into the GPS, and Slate followed the directions there. When they arrived, they got in line behind the few people waiting to pay for entry.
“Babe, I don’t want you to be shocked, so I should tell you now,” Talia said.
Slate raised an eyebrow, looking down at her. “Tell me what?”
“That this is something else I’m going to beat you at,” she replied with a teasing smirk. Her boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully, and poked her in the side, causing her to laugh.
“Don’t come crying to me when you lose,” he teased back.
“I can guarantee it won’t be me crying.”
Slate leaned down and whispered in her ear. “But you look so pretty when you’re crying on my—”
She nudged him, cutting him off. “There are people around,” she huffed, which only drew a chuckle from him.
“There were also people around at the lounge when you rode my—”
“Slate Alexander Stoll. Do not finish that sentence.”
He smirked at her but held his hands up in surrender. They moved up in line, and he paid before allowing her to lead him to the first of three courses she planned on beating him at.
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