“The concept of a…taco salad”—Tempie saying those last two words like she would say wearing flats nearly had me cracking up—“intrigues me.”
“Taco salad for you it is,” I decided. “And maybe my rosemary roast garlic chicken on Monday?” I suggested to the girls, then to Battle, “Or I could do that on Sunday. Proper Sunday roast, with Yorkshire puds, sprouts and gravy.”
Prue clapped again. “Oh, let’s do a Sunday roast.”
“As long as you make your tacos for me at a later date,” Battle put in.
“Perfect,” I said, sipped my martini, set it aside and got up, telling Fitzy as I returned his phone, “I’ll pop down now so it isn’t left too late.”
“Thank you, Miss Vivi. The missus is in her office.”
I grinned at him, and on my way down to Patsy’s office, I made a mental grocery list, adding to it the puds I also was going to make.
I met Patsy in her office, wrote it all down and headed back up.
As I walked back into the plum parlor, Chassie was saying, “Capri has beaches.”
“Switzerland, though, is so gorgeous. I’ve always wanted to go,” Prue replied.
I didn’t know what they were talking about.
I did know that when I sat down, Battle grabbed my hand in a punishing grip, which made me start to pay extra close attention.
“Capri is gorgeous too,” Chassie said.
“My skin and the sun don’t mix,” Prue returned.
“Maybe we should go to Ravenna and ask her where we should holiday,” Chassie suggested.
My heart stuttered.
Holiday?
Those two were discussing where to vacation?
Now it was me who was holding Battle’s hand in a punishing grip.
“Oh! Let’s!” Prue agreed. “The cards will tell us where to go.”
Crap.
Was I going to burst into tears?
Stupidly, I looked to Battle to see him studying the G&T he had resting on his knee, but a muscle was working up his cheek as he fought to keep his own emotion in check.
That far from helped me in controlling my tears.
In the end, I just kept hold of his hand, even when I retrieved my drink.
I took a healthy sip.
Chassie’s attention drifted to us holding hands, and she smiled brightly.
Battle’s fingers pumped mine.
Mine pumped back.
“You two are so cute,” Chassie said.
