“That sounds like a great idea,” I said. “I’m going to get started on the door.”
“Wait. What do you want for lunch?”
I shrugged. “I’m sure whatever you decide to make will be fine. I’m not picky, and neither is Dice.”
Presley grinned. “Rocky Mountain oysters it is.”
“Oh, that’s just mean.”
“What are Rocky Mountain oysters?” Ariel asked.
I looked at Presley. I was not about to explain what Rocky Mountain oysters were to her seventeen-year-old daughter.
Presley sighed. “They’re deep-fried bull testicles.”
Ariel scrunched her nose in disgust. “Ew! Are you serious?”
“About them being bull balls? Yes. About serving them for lunch? No.”
“Well, thank goodness for that.”
“Sandwiches or something simple will be fine,” I said and headed to the living room to start removing the old door.
Dice arrived just as Presley and Ariel were leaving for the grocery store. “Hey, Presley,” he said. “How’s your mom?”
“I haven’t talked to her today, but she was in good spirits when we left last night. Her leg is broken, but she doesn’t need surgery for it. Other than the cut on the back of her head and some bumps and bruises, she’s okay.”
“That’s good to hear,” he said. “Sounds like you had a rough night, though.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Having my house broken into was definitely not something I was expecting. I’m just glad they didn’t take a lot and that the damage was minimal.”
“Well, we’ll have your new door installed in no time.”
“Thanks. We’ll be back soon.”
“Without Rocky Mountain oysters,” Ariel said over her shoulder, causing me to laugh.
We got started on the door, and I waited for the questions I knew would be coming. It took longer than I thought. “So, what’s the deal with you and Presley?” Dice finally asked.
“What? Are we in high school?”
“Yes. Now, answer the damn question.”
I shrugged. “As of right now, we’re friends. Would I like it to be more than that? Sure. But the opportunity hasn’t presented itself.”
“So, make one present itself.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
“How about I invite you two over to have dinner with me and Daphne?” he asked.
“You realize we’re a little old for you to be playing my wingman, right?”
“That’s not what I’m doing,” he countered.
“That’s exactly what you’re doing.”
“You didn’t answer the question.”
