as
good as my own.
I looked up and smiled at Seth. “I taught you well,
Grasshopper.”
My smile was wasted on him, though. He was staring at
my legs. Or maybe something a little higher. I tugged my shirt down
to cover my half-exposed, half-covered ass. He looked up then and
gave me a devilish grin, clearly not bothered that I’d caught him
looking.
“Maybe we can get a ride in tomorrow,” he said.
“That’d be awesome.”
“Like old times.”
I smiled again, and this time he returned it. We
stayed like that for a moment, and then he waved his arms in a
dramatic flourish and pointed to the big chest freezer sitting
beside him.
“Deep freeze,” he announced.
“Anything in it?”
Seth crouched down and lifted the lid a little to
peek inside, like something might jump out and grab him.
“Aha!” he shouted, jerking upright and opening the
lid wide. He reached inside and pulled out a box. “We have achieved
pizza!”
“No, we have found pizza. Achieving pizza involves
the oven.”
“We have achieved acquiring pizza,” Seth said,
dropping the lid. “You haven’t become a vegetarian or anything have
you?”
I cocked my head to the side and gave him a look that
said, “Do I look like I’ve lost my mind?”
He grinned. “Sorry. Forgot who I was talking to.
C’mon. Food.”
I started to get off the bike, and then I remembered
the way he’d been staring. I decided to give him a little show,
just to be mean, and kept my movements deliberate and a little
suggestive. I guess it worked, because he was practically drooling
by the time I walked past him into the house…and I’m pretty sure it
had nothing to do with the pizza.
Chapter Fifteen
“Which one goes with pizza?” Seth asked, pulling two
bottles out of his wine cabinet. “White or red?”
“Beer,” I said.
“Beer it is,” Seth said, grinning.
Seth pulled out one of the beers I’d bought and read
the label. Then he turned to me with an incredulous expression.
“Clown Shoes Hoppy Feet?”
I bit back a giggle. “I liked the name. It’s pretty
damn good, though.”
Seth held the bottle to his forehead and closed his
eyes, like he was trying to ward off a headache. Then he grabbed a
second bottle, popped the tops, and brought me one.
“Cheers,” he said, tapping his bottle against mine.
Then he wandered through the living room to his private theater to
dig through his movie collection.
After a minute or two he called, “What are you in the
mood for?” He held up one Blu-ray. “Action-adventure?” Then
another. “Stupid comedy?”
“Something fun,” I answered. “Preferably one where a
bunch of shit blows up.”
He put back the movies in his hands and scanned the
shelves, looking thoughtful. After a minute or two, he selected a
disc and popped it in the player.
“Now or with dinner?”
“With dinner, I think. Otherwise, we’ll probably burn
the house down.”
“Good point.”
Seth rejoined me in the kitchen and we chatted and
sipped our beers until dinner was ready. I sliced and plated up the
pizza while Seth fetched us fresh beers and popped the caps. He
grabbed napkins and a package of Oreos and headed for the TV room,
and I followed, a plate in each hand.
We settled in with the movie and our grub, Seth in
one of the recliners and me on the loveseat, and spent a happy
half-hour or so making smart-ass comments and stuffing our faces.
Once the pizza and half the Oreos had disappeared, Seth paused the
movie long enough for us to ditch the trash and for him to grab a
third beer. Then he produced a hand-crocheted afghan from somewhere
beside him and made me scoot over so he could join me on the
loveseat. He hit a button somewhere, and a double-wide footrest
popped out.
“Huh. I had no idea it did that,” I said.
“C’mere.”
Seth held his arm up in an invitation for me to
snuggle, and I took him up on it. He kicked the recliner back a
little farther, slid his bare leg underneath mine so our legs
good as my own.
I looked up and smiled at Seth. “I taught you well,
Grasshopper.”
My smile was wasted on him, though. He was staring at
my legs. Or maybe something a little higher. I tugged my shirt down
to cover my half-exposed, half-covered ass. He looked up then and
gave me a devilish grin, clearly not bothered that I’d caught him
looking.
“Maybe we can get a ride in tomorrow,” he said.
“That’d be awesome.”
“Like old times.”
I smiled again, and this time he returned it. We
stayed like that for a moment, and then he waved his arms in a
dramatic flourish and pointed to the big chest freezer sitting
beside him.
“Deep freeze,” he announced.
“Anything in it?”
Seth crouched down and lifted the lid a little to
peek inside, like something might jump out and grab him.
“Aha!” he shouted, jerking upright and opening the
lid wide. He reached inside and pulled out a box. “We have achieved
pizza!”
“No, we have found pizza. Achieving pizza involves
the oven.”
“We have achieved acquiring pizza,” Seth said,
dropping the lid. “You haven’t become a vegetarian or anything have
you?”
I cocked my head to the side and gave him a look that
said, “Do I look like I’ve lost my mind?”
He grinned. “Sorry. Forgot who I was talking to.
C’mon. Food.”
I started to get off the bike, and then I remembered
the way he’d been staring. I decided to give him a little show,
just to be mean, and kept my movements deliberate and a little
suggestive. I guess it worked, because he was practically drooling
by the time I walked past him into the house…and I’m pretty sure it
had nothing to do with the pizza.
Chapter Fifteen
“Which one goes with pizza?” Seth asked, pulling two
bottles out of his wine cabinet. “White or red?”
“Beer,” I said.
“Beer it is,” Seth said, grinning.
Seth pulled out one of the beers I’d bought and read
the label. Then he turned to me with an incredulous expression.
“Clown Shoes Hoppy Feet?”
I bit back a giggle. “I liked the name. It’s pretty
damn good, though.”
Seth held the bottle to his forehead and closed his
eyes, like he was trying to ward off a headache. Then he grabbed a
second bottle, popped the tops, and brought me one.
“Cheers,” he said, tapping his bottle against mine.
Then he wandered through the living room to his private theater to
dig through his movie collection.
After a minute or two he called, “What are you in the
mood for?” He held up one Blu-ray. “Action-adventure?” Then
another. “Stupid comedy?”
“Something fun,” I answered. “Preferably one where a
bunch of shit blows up.”
He put back the movies in his hands and scanned the
shelves, looking thoughtful. After a minute or two, he selected a
disc and popped it in the player.
“Now or with dinner?”
“With dinner, I think. Otherwise, we’ll probably burn
the house down.”
“Good point.”
Seth rejoined me in the kitchen and we chatted and
sipped our beers until dinner was ready. I sliced and plated up the
pizza while Seth fetched us fresh beers and popped the caps. He
grabbed napkins and a package of Oreos and headed for the TV room,
and I followed, a plate in each hand.
We settled in with the movie and our grub, Seth in
one of the recliners and me on the loveseat, and spent a happy
half-hour or so making smart-ass comments and stuffing our faces.
Once the pizza and half the Oreos had disappeared, Seth paused the
movie long enough for us to ditch the trash and for him to grab a
third beer. Then he produced a hand-crocheted afghan from somewhere
beside him and made me scoot over so he could join me on the
loveseat. He hit a button somewhere, and a double-wide footrest
popped out.
“Huh. I had no idea it did that,” I said.
“C’mere.”
Seth held his arm up in an invitation for me to
snuggle, and I took him up on it. He kicked the recliner back a
little farther, slid his bare leg underneath mine so our legs
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