I chuckled. “I can do that.”
“Right, let’s figure out what I’m making for dinner. We’ll start with wine and then maybe end with tequila.”
I grinned. “That sounds perfect.”
Violet
Sunday dinner arrived and I’d spent Saturday night at Aero’s. I found it hard to leave him on Sunday, kissing him multiple times at his door as I tried to walk out of the apartment.
I finally managed to separate from him, walking out to my car and groaning. My rear driver’s side tire was flat. Pulling out my phone, I texted Aero and let him know, then threw my purse into my car and popped my trunk. It was Sunday family dinner and I was already late.
“What the fuck happened?” Aero asked, jogging toward me.
“As you can see, my tire’s flat.”
“Okay, give me a sec. I’ll fix it.”
“Thanks, honey.”
He slid his hand to my neck and leaned in to kiss me quickly. “You’re welcome.”
“You need to quit,” I warned.
“Or?”
“Or, I’m gonna skip family dinner all together.”
He grinned, grabbing the jack and donut from my trunk. “That’s not really a threat to me, is it?”
I sighed. “Well, it might be if Dad wants to know where the hell I am and calls you to find me.”
He chuckled, kneeling beside my car and setting the jack in place. “You might have a point.”
Aero managed to fix the flat in less than ten minutes, so I was on the road and pulling into the driveway fifteen minutes later.
I rushed inside and shrugged off my jacket. “Sorry I’m late. I had a flat.”
