Page 50 of Shameless
“Tacos. Figured they would go good with apple Mezcal.”
My eyes widened, and I sucked in a breath. “It came?”
Blake grinned as he held Skye in his arms and removed her leash. “It came.”
I went to the box that was still taped shut. “You didn’t open it?”
“Waited for you.”
“Well, let’s see them.” Elated, I grabbed a pair of scissors from my junk drawer and sliced open the box. My smile widened as I pulled out one of the Mezcal bottles, and took in the white label with two black wolves drawn almost like a tribal tattoo. They were howling on both sides of a black crescent moon above the words DOS LOBOS in fancy lettering.
“See them? Let’s taste some.” Blake set Skye down and went to the cabinet where I had my glasses. It felt as though this was his home too since he knew his way around the apartment and was making dinner. And I didn’t mind one bit.
“Since you were the one who made the winning cocktail, I’ll let you open the first bottle and pour us some.” I handed the bottle to him. Since I didn’t have shot glasses, he grabbed two short drinking glasses instead.
He twisted the cap off the bottle and lifted it to his nose. “Smells like apples and tequila. Or in this case, Mezcal.” He let me smell it and I nodded my agreement, then he poured us each a sip and handed me the glass. “Should we toast?”
“Sure.” I smiled.
“All right. I’ve got one.” He winked. “May all your ups and downs come only in the bedroom.”
I snorted a laugh and then we clicked the glasses together. “I can agree to that.”
We each took a sip. The Mezcal was smooth, slightly sweet, and somewhat tart as it went down. It wasn’t like taking a shot where I needed to chase it with something. It was almost like a sipping tequila.
“Not bad,” Blake stated.
“I like,” I agreed.
“Then I will make us some margaritas to go with the tacos.”
“Sounds like a plan. Do I have time to shower?”
“I’d rather shower with you.”
I glanced at the skillet with the ground beef simmering. “Do we have time?”
He followed my gaze to the stove. “You know, I take that back. I have other plans for you after dinner.”
* * *
When I gotout of the shower and dressed in my PJs, Blake had made us apple margaritas and they were waiting at the breakfast bar. We each made our own tacos and then sat on my couch to chow down. I still ate on the sofa since I had yet to buy a new dining room table after my divorce.
I took a sip of the margarita, loving the crisp apple flavor we’d come up with. “This is delicious.”
“I really like it too.”
“Good thing, since we have six bottles of it.”
“Yeah. I’ll come up with more cocktails than just your classic margarita. Figured it was best to have them with tacos, though.”
“For sure. Tacos and margaritas are life.” I took a bite of the ground beef yumminess. “You know, I could get used to you cooking for me.”
“I can if you want me to make you, like, four things.”
“What are those four things?”
“Scrambled eggs, ground beef tacos, spaghetti, and my dad’s bomb chili he gave me the recipe for.”
