“So the gods are paying very close attention to me,” I said. “RIP Delaney alone time.”
He sniffed and wiped at his mouth again. “Okay, I’m still not happy with the situation, but, yeah, I know. The gods have been paying more attention.”
“Oh?”
“They have been all over the wedding plans, asking for timing, places, details. They weren’t nearly as pushy about it a few months back.”
“Shall we take it as a compliment?”
He chuckled. “Probably best.” He flicked off the hazard lights, put the truck in gear, and eased back onto the road.
“Sure you don’t want a greasy pub burger?” I asked.
His stomach growled, and dragon-pig in the back seat growled too. I chuckled.
“I think Chris has some nice rusted junk put aside for dragon-pig. I bet it would like a nibble.”
Itoinked, and I glanced back. It was doing the adorable baby pig thing, wagging its tiny curly tail, mouth open in a silly smile.
“See?” I said. “It’s starving.”
“When isn’t it starving?”
“You’re hungry too. Let’s get a burger, and I’ll steal your fries.”
He squinted at the road. “Fine. But we’re ordering you your own fries.”
“Even better.”
Jump Off Jack’s was our local award-winning microbrewery, and the man behind it was Chris Lagon, our local gilman.
The brewery was still open.
“To-go?” Ryder suggested.
Just the thought of going into a crowded bar made me tired. “Yes.”
“You wait here,” he said, unbuckling and giving me a fast kiss before opening the door. “I’ll be back.”
“Don’t forget snacks for dragon-pig,” I said.
“I got it.” He shut the door, and I watched him stroll into the building. Those legs. That ass.
“He is a fine looking man,” I said.
Dragon-pig grunted.
“I think I’m an awful lot in love with him.”
Dragon-pig grunted again.
“Don’t tell anyone, Dragon-pig, but I think I’m gonna marry him.”
Dragon-pig snorted, and smoke puffed into the air, filling the truck.
I grinned and rested my head against the seat. It was a good night, a quiet night, and the promise of Ryder and french fries was in my future.
What more could a girl want?
