He smiled back. “What’s a pen pal?”
“It’s sort of an old-fashioned correspondence thing where people send hand-written letters to each other.”
Max shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
She finished the mozzarella stick and grabbed one of the onion rings. “You can have that spare rib if you want. I prefer baby back ribs.”
“Baby back ribs?”
“Oh, yeah. You will love them.”
He grinned. “I love you.”
Ruby stifled the urge to roll her eyes, instead saying, “Well, I like you a lot, too.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You are unexpected.”
He nodded, his warm smile still in place. “So are you.”
“Oh? You don’t tell every woman you meet that you love them and want to marry them?”
“Nope. Only you.”
“Cool.”
They finished up the few appetizers left on the platter just as Bridget, carrying a huge food tray, brought their substantial main order.
Once they finished eating every last morsel of food put before them, Ruby told Max she had some work to do and promised to meet him after he was finished working for the day.
“Why don’t you stop by Bubba’s Psychic Readings? I can set you up as my final client.”
“You want to read my mind?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not even sure how you can do that. Witches are supposed to be difficult to read, if not impossible. That’s what Bianca says anyway.”
“Bianca’s a very good psychic,” Max said with a shrug. “Has she read you before?”
“She has, but says she only gets flashes of things or single images sometimes.”
“Still, I’d like to try.”
“Okay, I’ll let you ‘read’ me.”
“And kiss you?”
“And kiss me.”
“Excellent.”
Max paid the bill, adding a generous tip as usual because he appreciated how well he was always treated in Howler’s.
They walked out together hand in hand. “What are you going to do for the afternoon?”
“This and that. I have a few errands to run. You know, now that I’ve solved the recent mystery of finding you, I’m between jobs until you get off work.”
