Sorry, I’m out with my mom, and she’s had a lot of wine. I’m the DD.
Damon:
Damn, okay, I guess I’ll have to make do with your actual cookies then
Maverick:
Are you really going to steal cookies from your dad while he’s recovering?
Damon:
He won’t know what he’s missing, whereas I very much regret that I turned them down once before. I don’t want to miss my chance.
Maverick:
Give them to your dad. I’ll make more for you tomorrow. Come by after work?
Damon:
Gotta run by dad’s place, but how about we have dinner at 7?
Maverick:
Sounds good. What should I wear?
Damon:
Anything you want. Or nothing at all ;) I’m going to cook for you
Maverick:
Well, well. Don’t give me food poisoning and you just might get lucky again.
Damon:
Oh, don’t worry. You’ll definitely be kissing the cook.
Lyle hopped onto his tailgate during our lunch hour and unwrapped his sandwich, a dubious look on his face.
“Let me guess. Egg salad?”
“Ham salad this time.”
I cocked my head. “Sounds decent.”
He immediately held it out. “Trade me?”
I snorted. I’d packed up my leftover summer sausage and cheeses from the picnic I’d made for Mav. No way I was handing that over forhamsalad. “Not on your life.”
“So mean.”
“But I’ll share.” I opened up my cooler and pulled out my Tupperware full of sliced meat and cheese.
“I knew you weren’t the shitty friend everyone claimed.”
I laughed as I pulled off the lids between us. “Nice. Thanks a lot.”
Lyle popped a bite of jalapeno-cheddar summer sausage into his mouth and chewed. I picked up a couple of slices of gouda.
