Page 103 of Indescribable
“I got you. Are you stopping over after work to meet Paisley?”
“Yeah, I was planning on it. Corbin said y’all are just hanging out and making dinner?”
“If by making dinner you mean drinking wine, then yes.”
“Lush,” he teases.
“There will be food, too. But I cheated and just went to the store and picked up a bunch of already cut up fruit, one of those pre-mixed salads, and some sliced meat and cheese.”
“And chocolate.”
“Of course.”
He grins down at me. “I’ll be here by six. Meet Paisley. Let you guys get your drink on. And head for home. Tell her good luck with her interview for me.”
“I will,” I tell him excitedly. “You’ll see how awesome she is and then you’ll be rooting for her to get the job, too.”
“I have no doubt, sweetheart. I’ll see you at lunch and have fun showing Paisley around town this afternoon. And we’ll meet up at the festival tomorrow.”
“Perfect.”
With another kiss, he tells me goodbye and I walk back inside.
Thirty minutes later, my doorbell rings and I rush to the door, swinging it open wide.
“You’re here!”
“I am!” Paisley replies with a huge smile on her face.
I reach out a hand for her suitcase handle and pull it behind me. “Come in. Come in. How was your drive?”
“Gorgeous.”
“Right? We told you! It doesn’t feel like two hours, huh?”
“Not at all.”
“I’ll show you to your room really quick then we can chat, sound good?”
“Works for me.”
After she gets settled, which means just putting the suitcase in the drug room, we curl up on the couch with coffee and some cookies I picked up at Lola’s bakery yesterday afternoon. I’d bought enough thinking Brock and I could also have some last night, but we had the cupcakes instead. And, well, we had other things on our minds.
“So. What’s new?” Paisley asks then immediately moans around a bite of cookie. “Ohmygahhh these. What’s in these? Crack?”
I choke on my coffee, coffee dribbling down my chin. I wipe it up with a napkin and clear my throat. “Funny you say that.”
The look on her face is comical. Eyes wide and absolute fear. “Are these drug cookies?”
I snort. “No. No drug cookies in here. But I call your room the drug room.”
“Pardon?” She’s looking around my house like drugs are going to jump out and tackle her. Of course, it’s not all that different from the way I looked before I searched everywhere to make sure no more cocaine was hidden.
“Story time?”
She tucks her legs under her butt. “Ooh. Yes. Or no? I don’t know. Is it going to change my mind about staying with you? My mom was positive I was going to be chopped to bits here. But she watches way too muchDatelineso I blame that.”
I laugh. “I think I like your mom. No chopping up bodies happening here. Promise.”