Page 26 of Justice for Samara

“Ah. Yeah, all good meatloaf gotta have ketchup.” She plunked down a brand-new bottle. “That enough?”

“It had better be or I’ll go into diabetic shock.”

She stared at him. “You diabetic?”

That made him laugh. “No. But if I eat enough of that stuff, I will be!”

What commenced from that point was the most fun Samara had experienced in a long, long time. They talked and laughed and before she knew it, two hours had passed and they were still sitting there. Then she thought of something. “Oh, shit. I didn’t get anything for dessert.”

Michael immediately asked, “You like ice cream, right?”

“Oh, lawd, yes. Love me some ice cream.”

“Let’s go to the drive-in down by the interstate and get some ice cream. Or a shake. Or whatever you want.”

“Oooo, yeah! Sounds good.”

An hour later, they were back and on carb overload. “Oh, god, that was good, but I’m stuffed.”

“Yeah, when they make a sundae, they go all out,” Michael said with a groan. “You know what sounds good right now?”

“What?”

“One of two things. Either a movie or a nap. Which sounds best?”

“Ummm…” She sat there for a second before she answered. “We could really take a nap?”

“Hell yeah. We’re grownups. We can do whatever we want.”

“I vote for a nap.”

“I was taking the poll, so I don’t get a vote. Nap it is.” Michael stood and swept his arm toward the bedroom. “After you.”

“Thank you, sir.” As she headed that direction, she made sure to give her hips a little extra sway and hoped he noticed. “You pulling anything off?”

“Do I need to? I’m in a tee and jeans. It’s not like I’m going to mess up my clothes.”

“Okay. Just wondered.”

“You?”

“Nah. All I’ve got on under here is a pair of underwear. Nothing to mess up.”

“Do you want to go get something to eat later when we get hungry?”

She thought for a minute. “Yeah, I might.”

“Then take off the dress and put on a tee. That’ll keep your dress fresh.”

“Good idea.” Instead of heading to the bathroom, she pulled open a dresser drawer, pulled out a tee, then dragged the dress off over her head and pulled the tee on. The mirror was right in front of her, and she knew he had a good view of her breasts. She could see him grinning just a little as she smiled at his reflection. “What?”

“Trying not to ogle.”

“Did you succeed?”

He laughed. “Not completely, but I was hoping I wasn’ttooobvious.”

“I’d call that look on your face interested but not creepy,” she replied, laughing.