Shifting on my chair, I push that thought out of my head.
“I’mverygood at games. Sorry is my best game. I always win.”
“You always win? I don’t believe you.”
“I’m serious. Sorry is my jam. If I had it with me, I’d kick your ass tonight.”
“Well, maybe if we played The Game of Life, I’d kick your ass.”
“That is all luck,” Stevie points out.
“How is Sorry not?” I throw back at her.
“It’s more strategic. Which piece to move once you get out.”
“Keywordonceyou get out,” I tell her. “Luck.”
“So you think.”
I smile at the woman sitting next to me. Who knew it could be so fun talking about board games?
“Favorite sports team?” I ask.
The grin splits her face. Her hair is piled on top of her head, and sitting here in the soft, evening light, she looks stunning.
“Black Diamonds.”
“A knife through the heart.” I feign hurt. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“It’s the only team I could think of. My friend Crestina’s fiancé is from Denver and loves them.”
“Well, you’ll have to bring them over and we’ll convince him otherwise.”
“Deal.” She smiles back at me. “Here’s one for you. Favorite meal to cook?”
“Oh God.” I bury my hands in my face. “This is embarrassing.”
“Let me guess…you’re not a chef?”
“No. I have a nutritionist prepare all my meals for me. I figure it’s easier than trying to cook for myself.”
“Hmm.” Stevie’s beer bottle hangs from her fingertips. A pensive look washes over her face. “Filing that away for later.”
“What do you mean later?” I ask.
“Well, I have a go-to meal that I’m great at cooking. I don’t get a chance to make it very often, so maybe I can teach you something.”
“Nice. I mean, fun. Good.” I cough, trying to cover up the bumbling idiot I’ve become. How can one woman turn me into such a mess? “That sounds good.”
Stevie is clearly trying to hold in her laughter. “Great. It’s the least I can do. I can’t let poor Caleb starve when he gets older because his dad can’t cook.”
“Hey. He’s not even nine months old yet. Let’s not go turning him into a teen just yet.”
Stevie drains the last of her beer and reaches for another. “Mind if I have one more?”
“Sure.”
“I know you didn’t get Caleb all that long ago, but is it weird thinking of him growing up?”
