They all come running as their mom yells to make sure they keep their distance from us.
“It turned out so cool!” one of the girls says.
“How long did it take you?” I ask.
“A little over an hour,” Drew responds.
“An hour? It feels like you’ve been working on that all day,” one of the boys states.
I giggle at the way they busted him. He shakes his head and turns toward his car after telling me he’s getting the food.
As he walks back he’s carrying a mini ice chest. When he’s within a few feet, he places it on the floor and opens it up, grabbing a few plates from inside and handing them to me.
“Dinner for you. My mom said, next year, you have to come over in person,” he says as I take them from him.
“That’s very sweet of her. Let me go place it inside.”
When I get to my kitchen, I take a peek and see a full ham dinner with all the side dishes, and on the other plate are slices of both berry pie and apple pie. My mouth waters from the sight of it, but I cover it up and put it in the fridge before I head back outside.
Once I’m out front again, Drew smiles big. “Okay, now, you have to find the eggs I hid for you.”
“You did not.”
“It’s Easter. Of course I did!”
I grin as I start to search. “Are you going to give me hints?” I ask. “Like, tell me if I’m hot or cold?”
He chuckles under his breath. “Nope. You’re on your own on this one.”
I let out a huff, totally kidding, and then go back to searching.
I find a few plastic eggs in the flowers and then some in the plants I have on the side of the yard. When I peek in between my front stoop and plants, I see a bright orange bag.
I look up to him and then back to the bag that I know wasn’t there before. “Is that an egg? I mean, is that something you put there, or should I be afraid someone hid their dog poop on my porch?”
“Dog poop?” he asks with his head tilted down like,Are you serious right now?
“Hey, you never know what people will do nowadays,” I say with my hands up in defense.
“Then, no, it’s not dog poop. Pick it up.”
I do and see it’s a San Francisco Giants bag. I reach in and pull out a jersey. Immediately, I drop the bag to the floor and hold up the jersey, flipping it around and squealing when I see24written across the back withMILLERon the top of it.
I pull it into me. “Do I get to keep it?” I ask with the biggest smile across my face.
He laughs. “Yes. That one’s all yours.”
I open the buttons and slide it on over my shirt. Once I have the buttons closed again, I spin around to show it off. “How do I look?”
“Amazing,” he says with a huge grin.
I blow him a kiss. “Thank you so much. I’d jump on you with a huge hug if I could. I’ve never worn a jersey, especially with a hunk’s name on my back,” I say playfully.
He laughs. “The Miller name’s never looked so good on someone.”
I literally swoon, right there, wanting to fall into a puddle at his feet. After a beat, I inhale, regaining my wits, and ask him, “Stay for dinner?”
A smirk covers his face. “What do you plan on having?”
