I grabbed her hip, tugging her to me for a quick kiss. “Sweetheart, this is just the beginning. Now, let’s see.”
I flipped through the pouches and packets, searching for something that wouldn’t have her cemented to the couch for four hours. I should have prepared for this ahead of time, but I wasn’t sure she’d say yes.
Two and a half milligrams was probably good for her first time.
Right?
It had been a long time since I took a low dose like that, but with edibles, things could go bad fairly quickly.
I could only imagine that phone call.
“Hey Tegan, I overdosed your mom with edibles. She saw the goddess and panicked. We’re at the emergency room, but she’s going to be fine!”
I stopped on a packet of pink lemonade gummies that were exactly two and a half milligrams.
Those would work.
I grabbed a gummy out of the packet and held it out to her. “These are a really low dosage. They’re what Chai normally takes. It’ll take about thirty minutes to kick in and be more of a body high. You’ll probably want to just chill on the couch.”
She went to grab the gummy but hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t need my help with dinner? I don’t want to get all stoned and be a burden.”
“You’re never a burden. I like cooking for you.” I lowered my voice and whispered, “Plus, you make me nervous when you use a knife.”
She snorted and snatched the gummy. “Whatever, Mr. Top Chef,” she grumbled.
“Make sure you chew it up. Don’t just swallow it.”
She chewed dramatically, making me laugh. I loved seeing her like this—goofy and playful—because I got the impression she was never like this with Don.
I popped my own gummy, and while I chewed, I got us a glass of water to share.
Pam took a long drink, then passed me the glass. “Those taste awful. What are they supposed to be?” She picked up the package and read the label. “Pink lemonade? Maybe pink lemonade mixed with dirt.”
“Yeah, I should have warned you. No matter what you do, that marijuana ‘taste’ is still there.”
“Your company should work on that.”
I’d been dodging any efforts she made to talk about the company or Jonathan’s offer. I was having such a great time with her; I didn’t want to think about it.
Time to change the subject.
“Do you want to listen to some music?” I asked, walking over to the shelf that held my record collection.
She followed behind me, her eyes scanning the titles. “This is quite the collection. You’d get along with Reece’s mate, Cyrus. He’s a big record collector.”
“I’d really like to meet them. Your kids and their mates.” I knew they were the most important people in the world to her. I’d heard so many stories that I felt like I knew them already.
“I’d really like that.” She slid a record off the shelf and handed it to me.
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Greatest Hits.
“A classic. Great choice, babe.”
“I thought Tom Petty was appropriate for my first marijuana experience.”
“It really is. Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable?” I slid the record out of the sleeve, and by the time the intro to “American Girl” started, Pam was already snuggled under a blanket with Remi in her lap.
“You two are cute.” I sat beside them, wrapping my arm around Pam’s shoulder and pulling her closer.
