Page 52 of Screwed
He shrugged and channel surfed while she set out food on the big square coffee table in front of them. After checking every available channel, he concluded, “There’s nothing to watch.”
She smiled. “We could watch something on Netflix. There are a bunch of shows I missed when I was in Europe.”
“Huh.” He explored further.
“Ooh,Daredevil. Let’s watch that.”
He’d heard of the show but had never seen it. “Okay.”
“Oh God, this is good.” She held her shrimp taco over the Styrofoam container after taking a bite.
“Mmm.” He took a chip and scooped up some guac. “Have to agree. I was starving.”
They ate in comfortable silence, watching TV, quickly becoming engrossed in the show. Callie snitched several chips from him, but he didn’t mind since he had more than enough and he loved watching her enjoy food.
Well, somehow they’d done it again.
He was just gonna put that thought aside while he enjoyed his Tex-Mex and Netflix and Callie beside him.
His cell phone warbled, and he reached for it with a frown. “Who’s calling me on a Saturday night?”
“Uh-oh. Hopefully you didn’t have a hot date you forgot about.” Callie picked up the remote and paused the show.
He rolled his eyes. “My sister.” He swiped the screen. “Hey, Ginnie. What’s up?”
“I’m calling about Mama’s birthday party.”
“Oh yeah, right.” They’d decided on a date, the Saturday closest to Mama’s birthday, two weeks away. Ginnie would come home for the weekend. “I talked to Barb, and she’s making a guest list. I think she’s already told a bunch of people to hold the date.”
“Good. We need to figure out where it’s going to be. Any ideas?”
“The Houston Club?”
Ginnie laughed. “Mama would die if you had the party there.”
“Hey, why not? I’m a member.”
“She’d be totally intimidated. So would I.”
Cash grinned and watched Callie steal another chip from his dinner. “Okay, not there. The country club?”
“Just as bad. Come on. There has to be a nice restaurant she would like.”
Cash lowered the phone to speak to Callie. “Any suggestions for a restaurant for my mom’s birthday party?”
Callie tilted her head. “Hmm. Interlude is nice. Or Beaudelaire.”
“Who’s there with you?” Ginnie demanded.
Cash spoke into the phone. “Callie.”
Silence. “Oh.” A pause. “Are she and Beau back together?”
“Nope.”
More silence. “Um. Okay. What did she say?”
He named the restaurants.
