Page 62 of The Only Heart that Matters

I chuckle. “Glad you like it.”

“Woman. Like doesn’t come close to covering it.”

All I can do is shrug, because I don’t really know what else to say.

“So, how’s the job?” he asks as he dips a chip into the guacamole.

“It’s great. Everyone’s nice.”

“I know you were worried you were rusty. Did it all come back to you like you hoped?”

“Did I say that?”

“You did, after your interview.”

I did?

“You were worried they’d hire you and then you’d let them down because you were rusty.”

That’s right. I did.

“You’re an elephant, you know that?”

He takes a bite of his rice mixed with my black bean concoction and tilts his head to the side, confused.

“You never forget. Anything!”

He shrugs.

I shake my head. “Yes, it all came back. The clinic is very state-of-the-art, though. Lots of new techie things to learn.”

We eat and chat, and it’s fun. My mind is already racing with what I can make him next.

There may not be a next time, but a girl can dream.

When we finish our tacos, I move to the kitchen to prepare dessert. It doesn’t take much since it’s his favorite flan from his favorite restaurant. Walking from the kitchen with the plate, it feels like I’m about to deliver his birthday cake to him, but by the time his birthday gets here in August, our little charade will probably be over.

“Ooh, what do we have here?” he says with Sawyer in his arms. I’m impressed to see that he cleaned him up while I was in the kitchen.

“This is from your friends atMatador. I can’t take the credit.”

“Sawyer, have you ever had flan?”

“No, he has not,” I answer flatly.

“Your life is about to change, my friend.”

“You are not giving my child that nasty stuff.”

“How dare you?”

“Sorry, it’s gross!”

“We’ll let Sawyer be the judge of that.”

He scoops up a piece with the spoon and lets my boy try it. It comes out of Sawyer’s mouth almost as quickly as it went in. Angus catches it in his hand.

“Ucky.”

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