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I stopped walking and tugged him back with his hand. “Let’s go finish it,” I said and tried to sound menacing. But the amused look he gave me told me it hadn’t worked.
“In a hurry to lose?” he asked.
“Are you?”
“Not really,” he finally said and both of us chuckled before continuing along the trail. “I’m happy walking with my boyfriend.”
“Why don’t we go get supplies tomorrow. We could have breakfast at that little restaurant I noticed at the store and buysome groceries. Then we can stay here by ourselves until Mateo and Jeremy get here.” I hoped he liked that idea because every time I thought about having to share him, my mind immediately went to ways to avoid that.
“I love that idea. We could start a list today and maybe plan a few meals.”
“What else do you know how to cook?”
I shrugged and kicked a rock before answering. “If there’s a video showing how to cook it, I can probably cook it.”
“Sounds like a challenge,” Devon said, and walked a few more steps. “Can you make lasagna?”
“Psh, it’s easy.”
“Fried rice?”
“I haven’t made it before, but I could.”
“Beef stew?”
“Easy. I could even make biscuits to go with it. As long as you don’t mind the ones that come in a tube.”
“Isn’t that cheating?” Devon asked.
“Not if it tastes good,” I said and slung my arm around his shoulders. “You name something and I’ll try to cook it as long as we can get what we need at the store.”
“Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup? I haven’t had that since I was a kid.”
“We can definitely do that. Let’s head back now and finish our game. I have a feeling I’m about to be a lot richer.”
“Is that the feeling you’re getting? Funny but my itchy palm tells me I have money coming my way.”
“Your itchy what?” We stopped and he held his hand out for me to look at it.
“It’s one of those weird things they say.”
“Who says?” I asked, and squeezed his hand as we walked back to the cabin, more than happy to lose to him.
“I have no clue,” he said, finally relenting.
Fifteen
Johnny
“So, what was the prize for winning?” I asked as I stacked all my play money in front of me.
“Respect?” Devon asked as he gathered all the hotels and houses, we’d used and put them back into the box.
“We need to decide that before we play again,” I said.
“I still can’t believe you pulled that off. You have to either be the luckiest guy I know or I’m the worst Monopoly player.”
“Well, I did warn you.”
