I hold up the sushi bag, Suds nods and grabs a sweatshirt. Then, we make our way to a park bench, far enough from the noise so we can talk.
Chapter 5
Suds
“I love our new bathroom. Oh my God. It’s perfect.”
As I sit on the bench, staring into her beautiful face, I can’t stop smiling. The sun’s shining, I got me a job, a pretty woman, and a roof over my head. Life is good.
Eventually the construction next door will finish and the bathroom will get done. We’ll have a couple of kids and live happily ever after.
Maybe it’s because we haven’t lived together long, but when she praises me, I go wild. I want to fuck her on every flat surface of our apartment until neither one of us can walk.
She glances down at my crotch, one nostril flares and the black centers of her eyes go wide. “It’s only noon. We have work to do.”
“Explain it to him.” I point my chopsticks at my non-apologetic appendage who refuses to back down.
“Let’s eat. You’re going to need your strength, tough guy.” Giggling, she covers my lap with the sushi bag so we won’t shock the woman walking by with a baby stroller.
“That so?” Needing to change the subject, I open the plastic sack and hand her the smaller of the two containers. “How was the salon this morning? You make it to work in time?”
“Barely.” She chews for a moment and puts her face toward the sun now covered by dark clouds. “Aunt Marion is insisting we reopen the Rossini case.”
“Why? There’s nothing more to do.” I pluck a few spicy morsels of tuna and ginger into my mouth.
“I know, I know. I feel like I’m stealing but Martha asked my aunt for a personal favor. Now, I have to.”
Chewing, she frowns and shakes her head. “In addition, she has an evil daughter who watches her every penny. If she finds out about us, she’s not going to be happy.”
I tuck a blond lock behind her ear and let my hand linger. “We could sit on that case for a while. In the meantime, how about you and me take some pictures of Mr. Nardo in a compromising position with his latest lover?”
“Get out of town. Did you find out where they meet?”
“Yup. I copied his phone.”
“When did you have time for that?”
“Earlier, I went to his barbershop. It was easy enough.”
“Wow. I am impressed.”
“I am a man of many talents.”
“Do tell.” She snickers with her mouth full, then tells me more about her morning.
We finish our bench picnic and as much as I want to make love, I figure she’s going to want faucets. So, with our new headphones on, she sits at the computer while I play plumber. Occasionally, we ping each other.
Sam: I can see your butt crack
Me: Like it?
Sam: Yeah
Me: sex or sink?
Sam: yes
Pretty damn dirty, I turn off my blow torch and exit the bathroom. Except for turning the water back on, I’m done and ready to take a breather.
