I pointed my whisk at him. “Watch it.”
Parker put the tea kettle on the stovetop and held his hands up in surrender.
“Besides,” I said, getting back to beating the eggs. “I like coming over to make breakfast for you.”
“And while I appreciate that, I think you should get back on the horse. I need to leave the house sometimes and the trip over to the diner was the highlight of my day.”
“Seeing you is the highlight of mine,” I said. “I suppose I’ll have to consider it.” I didn’t like lying to Harriet, but at least giving her a better answer would keep her questions about the diner at bay.
“Good,” she said, clasping her hands in front of her.
Parker turned on the stovetop then kissed me on the cheek while reaching into the cabinet above me to get three mugs.
“You two remind me so much of Kenneth and me,” Harriet said.
Parker plucked three tea bags from the container next to the refrigerator. “How so?”
“You’re so happy with each other, now that you were able to come to grips with your feelings.”
“Is that what happened with you two?” I asked. I started to remove the slices of bacon from the package and laid them out on a sheet pan. I preferred to bake the bacon in Harriet’s house since the process tended to be messy on the stovetop. I’d had the luxury of commercial equipment at the diner with big fans and plenty of space to spread out. Yet another thing on the long list of things I missed about the place.
“Oh, yes,” Harriet said. “The roles were slightly reversed, but when Ken started to pursue me, I was with another man at the time. I’d waited a long time for Ken to show interest in me. I always thought we were just friends.”
“Hm, does that sound familiar?” Parker asked me.
I smirked. “So, what happened after that?”
“I apologized deeply to John, the man I was dating, and went right over to Ken’s house and asked him out.”
“Really?” Parker asked.
A sly smile danced across her lips. “At that point, I was so excited that he wanted me back that didn’t care much for social customs. We got married later that year.”
“And that wasn’t too fast?” Parker asked.
“We already knew everything about each other. There was no point in waiting.”
I glanced at Parker, who was grinning. I didn’t expect him to ask me to marry him anytim
e soon. But I did sometimes wonder what he’d do. Would he make it flashy like he did for Rachel? Or something that was more personalized for us? I never thought of what I’d want it to be like. I supposed if someone knew me well enough, he’d make it memorable for me.
“Where did you get married?” Parker asked.
“It was a big church wedding with a reception at a local Knights of Columbus. We didn’t have a lot of money at the time, but our parents helped. They got along so well together; it was a happy day for everyone.”
I turned on the other burner and placed a pad of butter on the pan before heating it up. “That sounds really nice.”
The kettle whistled and Parker started to fill the cups with water. “Tell us another story.”
Harriet jumped at the chance to talk about Kenneth. I loved the way her eyes lit up when she did.
I looked over at Parker, who was enamored by her next story. I hoped that we would grow old together like Harriet and Kenneth did. It was all I ever wanted.
Later that morning, after we ate and Parker and I cleaned up Harriet’s kitchen, we headed down to the pier. There was a little festival going on and the day was perfect with a cloudless blue sky above us. I liked checking out the local vendors.
“Are you okay?” Parker asked me after I wandered out of one of the tents.
“I’m fine, why?”