Mae smiles. “I put that together.”
“More wine?” I ask her.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asks with a smile on her face.
I chuckle and pour more into her cup. “Nope, but I’ve got you if you do.”
“Man, I should thank your mother,” she says.
“Uh, why?” I ask her.
“You’re actually a gentleman,” she says as if I’m an exotic animal.
“What else should I be?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and looks out as the sun says goodnight. “It’s scenic out here.”
“I hoped you’d like it. When it’s really dark, the stars are amazing.”
When we’re done, I gather all of our dinner stuff before pulling out the chocolate cake.
“For dessert I got the famous Mrs. B’s chocolate cake, and then a piece of apple pie. But I have to tell you, people fight over this cake. Mrs. B makes one a day, and when it’s gone, it’s gone.”
Mae grins and looks between them. “You really went all out tonight, didn’t you?”
“Good food is always a good idea,” I tell her.
She looks between the options and sticks her fork into the apple pie. Surprising me, I figured all women like chocolate cake. June and Gracie nearly punched each other in the face fighting for the last piece.
Mae slips her fork past her lips and sighs. “Wow, that’s good.”
“Apple pie is my favorite,” I tell her.
“Oh shoot, I’m sorry, I’ll eat the cake,” she says and reaches for it.
I grab her wrist, stopping the fork. “No, no, take the pie. Watching you eat it is better than the pie itself.”
She gives me a look and rolls her eyes before taking another bite, and I spot the blush blooming across her cheeks.
“At least have a little. We can share it.”
“Deal,” I say and grab a bite before holding it to her lips.
Mae rolls her eyes again. “Seriously?”
“You didn’t say I had to eat it,” I tell her.
“Well, the sharing implies eating,” she grumbles.
“I’d rather feed it to you.”
Our eyes lock together in a no-win fight. I won’t give in, and her stubborn attitude tells me she won’t either.
She keeps her mouth shut, but her gaze remains on mine.
“Who’s going to break first?” I ask her.
Her brow tips up at the challenge. She lifts her cup of wine to her lips and takes a sip.
