Page 92 of Luck Be Mine
“She’s got a stubborn streak, and I worry about Cait, too. It’s the price of caring.”
“Are you at home or still at work?”
“Home. Taking Cait to dinner and a movie tonight. Birthday on November first and some uninterrupted time would be good.”
“She agreed to a date? Dude, I thought you were going to be the only man alive who never had to date. She is too good for you.”
“Agreed. A bit nervous about this.” The confession came hard.
“Why? She’s already your wife.”
“Never dated her or anyone. Hell, I’m not even sure I know how to date.”
“There’s not much to it, buddy. Pick a nice place, make conversation, no fights allowed, bring her home, and have a better time.”
Hunt made a rude noise. “She’s not some faceless woman, Doogie.”
“No, she’s a sure thing.”
“It is no surprise you cannot keep girlfriends.”
“Where are you taking her? Why are you so worried?”
“Italian place near the university then a movie.”
“Which one?”
“The vintage theatre for Ghostbusters. She was giving me hell the other night because I’ve never seen it.”
“It’s a classic, a Halloween favorite.” Doogie knew as well as anyone why he’d never seen it. “Popcorn and the whole deal?”
“Yeah, what I’m going for.”
“Do I have to walk you through what conversations are acceptable…like no talking shop. No gossiping about people you have in common, either.”
Hunt choked. “What else is there?”
“Bro, do you want to wear an ear mic so I can coach you?”
He stifled his snort. “Cait would kill me, and this would be over. No.”
“Pay attention, then. Subjects: music, your lawn, does she want to buy a new car?”
“A new car? We already bought her a new car.”
“I’m making this up on the fly, Hunter man. You get my drift. Lord, if you haven’t figured out how to talk to your wife, how in the hell do you woo her into bed?”
“The spark.”
“Come again?”
“There’s a spark there. I lean on it.”
“No pretty words?”
“I wouldn’t know a pretty word if it smacked me in the face.”
“Learn a few.”
