Page 27 of Shooting for his Heart
“Let me see how this tastes,” Vonnie said, stabbing a ball with her fork.
I watched her pretty-ass lips as she chewed pensively. Taking a sip of my drink, I sat back in my seat and waited for her answer.
“Oh, yeah… These are good.”
“I’ve traveled the world. I’m here to tell you that New Orleans has some of the best food.”
“I’m starting to believe it.”
The waitress returned with another woman and placed our entrees on the table. After verifying that we didn’t need anything else, they went on their way. I was about to dig in before I realized Vonnie had dropped her head to pray. Out of courtesy, I dropped my head and allowed her to finish.
“I don’t know why I’m praying now when I already started eating,” she stated once she lifted her head.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Aww, hush! I wasn’t officially eating yet.”
“I’m just saying.”
“Well, don’t be saying nothing when it comes to me and the Lord.”
“My apologies.” I grinned as I dug into my blackened salmon. I didn’t give a damn what Vonnie said; the boring-ass baked fish I ordered was delicious. Her food must have been just as good because neither of us came up from our meals until I finally got the urge to take a sip of my water.
“This is actually banging. Here, try it.” Vonnie shoved a forkful of stuffed porkchop in my direction.
“I’m good, Vonnie. Eat up.”
“Nah, you had me out here eating crocodile. The least you can do is try some plain ol’ porkchop.”
Instead of continuing to protest, I opened my mouth and accepted the tender bite of pan-seared pork. It was as good as Vonnie had described, causing a smile to spread across my lips.
“Bomb, ain’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
“Fuckprettygood. It’s damn good.”
“Do you make a point to curse in every sentence?” I asked.
“Only when I’m not working. I find that it gets it out of my system.”
“So, you have a lot of steam to blow off?”
“Sometimes,” she said, raising one shoulder.
“That’s why I like to schedule time off during filming. I would have figured you would go home.”
“I was actually in the process of moving when Larsen sent the job offer. My new place isn’t ready, seeing that I haven’t chosen it yet. I didn’t want to visit my parents or impose on one of my friends if I didn’t have to. It was easier to just stay here and explore the city.”
“Are you relocating completely or just within your area?”
“You know… I’m really not sure yet. More than likely, I’ll find a new place in my city.”
“Where are you from in Georgia anyway?”
“A small town outside of Lulaville. I’m sure you’ve never heard of it.”
“Lulaville, I know. The Lightning is my team.”
