He grinned. “Can I get that on the record?”
She laughed. “Anytime.” She watched him drive. “I always feel safe with you.”
“Good. You should.”
“You’re competent. A good hitter. Your smile makes me want to drop my panties.”
He flashed her a wide grin. “Go for it.”
“And you’re a sweetheart.”I love you. Go ahead. Tell him now.
“Man, I need to let you watch me play baseball more often.”
“It wasn’t that, you nerd.”
He chuckled. “So do you want to swap favorite eighties sitcoms now or later?”
She blinked. “You like eighties trivia?”
“Maggie, I’m versed in all kinds of important pop culture. Try me.”
So she did. They quizzed each other back and forth on the drive to his house and continued once inside, where they decided to drink a little more beer and fought about what to watch on TV.
“The Goonies. Come on. That’s as eighties as it comes,” he chided.
“Look. You’re sexy and you can hit a ball, but that doesn’t mean anything when it comes toBuckaroo Banzai.”
He froze. “What?”
“I realize it’s considered a cult classic, but it came out in 1984.” She didn’t mention that Stephen had turned her on to it, as science-fiction films had always been a passion of his. Maggie had started withThe Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimensionand gone through a string of ’80s films while pregnant with Emily.
Reggie kept staring at her. His eyes narrowed. “Are you screwing with me?”
She took a large sip of beer, enjoying the apricot flavor. “This is good. And no, I’m not screwing with you. Yet. Why?”
“I’ve never met anyone who had my taste in movies.” He pulled her next to him to sit on the couch. “And you have also expressed appreciation for my ability to organize, which is only slightly better than yours.”
“You wish.”
He grinned. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Tacos.”
“Hmm. I like pizza, but I like tacos too.”
She asked, “How about your favorite color?”
“I don’t know. What color bra are you wearing tonight?”
She grinned. “That would be red then.”
“And pink. I’m secure in my masculinity. I do wear pink.”
“I think you look good in anything.” She thought about it. “But maybe not puce.”
“What’s puce?”
“It’s like a dark red or purplish-brown color.” She made a face. “The house I grew up in was puce. I hated it.”
