“Ah, that’s so cheesy it’s sweet,” Becca said. “Let me text this to Linx. She’ll get a laugh.”
“A real riot,” Todd said. “Linx is always collecting ‘love is’ quotes.”
“I can see it now,” Becca added. “Love is a trail of petals from my heart to her door.”
“Better than love is never saying you’re sorry, or always leaving the toilet seat down.” Todd started up the cruiser. “One bouquet of flowers coming right up. Would you like to stop at Joe’s, or let’s say Joey’s to restore her former glory, and pick up some hot cinnamon rolls?”
“Love is a cinnamon roll around her heart,” Brian said, now that he was on a roll—pun not intended, unless he was being literal, which he usually was, but seemed to have found a way not to be.
“Better than one around her waist.” Becca guffawed. “You ought to write all of this down. Linx would love it.”
“I’m trying to find the meaning of love anyway,” Brian said. “I’ll jot down whatever I come up with.”
Suddenly, his heart felt lighter and he could feel a smile burning through his face. “Does Vivi have wine and chocolates at her store?”
“She has everything,” Todd said. “She’s the general store.”
“Then let’s add candy canes and cider to the list,” Brian said. “Love is hooking her with candy canes and mulling her wine with spices.”
“That one’s the best. I love it,” Becca said as she texted.
