He had four servings plated when his phone dinged again. It killed him not to check it, especially since he had no idea what kind of emergency warranted an S.O.S. text. Once his neighbors were preoccupied with their food, he casually picked up his phone and checked it.
Tara: I’m back in my warm car. Is it weird that I feel so accomplished?
Luke: That’s not weird at all. What was the S.O.S. for? I didn’t know if I needed to come rescue you or something.
Tara: Ha! That was a Sandy Over Shoulder alert.
Luke covered his mouth with his hand to try to keep the laugh that was bubbling out from spilling over. It was no use. He looked over to see Heston, Sarah, and Hallie staring at him with curious eyes.
“I’m not sharing, so don’t ask.”
Sarah sniffed. “That’s not mysterious or anything.” She took another bite of her Mediterranean egg dish. “This one is the winner, Luke. Except with all this garlic Heston will never kiss me again.”
Heston leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “You wish.”
