Just a Taste (Private Relations 1)

Rolling her eyes, she smiled and said, “Thank you, Deacon.”

“Do you have a job today? I forgot to even ask.”

Shaking her head, she said, “I need to leave by two. I was able to free up a part of my day, but not all of it.”

“Oh. Chloe and Chris are supposed to come over and watch football again. It’s kind of a standing Sunday date with Chris. I caught shit for canceling last weekend on him. Chloe invited herself again. Legion play the Grizzlies at three. I wish you could stay. The way you yell at the TV is adorable.”

Flushing slightly, she laughed, then asked, “Want breakfast?”

Shaking his head, he said, “Not right this second. I believe I’d like something else right now.”

Grabbing the hand closest to him, he tugged until she came over and lay with him on his lounge chair. He brushed his lips over hers and then said, “Lay with me.”

Wrapping his arms around her, they lay there snuggled for a while until Sara’s phone rang.

She grumbled and sat up partially to grab it from the table. Seeing it was Elle, she said, “Hang on. I have to take this.”

“Hey, Elle, what’s up?”

Sara paused, listening. Deacon could hear the low murmur of another voice through the phone.

Pulling a face, she said, “They said what! No no no. Tell them they’ll be hearing from me on Monday. They didn’t tell us anything about that. They filled out the fucking questionnaire and didn’t say anything.”

More mumbling, then Sara yelled, “See! They think I don’t keep that stuff? I’ll call those fuckers tomorrow. Thanks.”

More murmuring followed, then Sara said, “Yeah. I’m at Deacon’s.”

After a pause, she gave a slow smile and said, “Yeah. Talk to you later.”

Hanging up the phone, she set it on the table and said, “Those assholes. The Bat Mitzvah people? They told Tom and Bret they weren’t going to pay the second part of the deposit because we didn’t make any gluten-free shit for their kid. There’s a questionnaire where I get that sort of information. Did they think I wasn’t gonna keep it? Bastards.”

“Take them to court if they don’t wanna pay.”

“Don’t really have the time or resources for that, but they’ll be hearing from me. That’s for sure.” Sara grumbled and lay back. Resting her head on his shoulder, she said, “Sometimes I hate people.”

“Oh really?”

“Well, not all people.” Sara said this, shooting him a sideways look.

Deacon smirked.

“That’s comforting. Come here, angry girl. It’ll be there later to piss you off. Come back to me.”

Sara took a few deep breaths, then snuggled back in again and said, “Kay. You’re right.”

Smiling again, she brushed her mouth against his.

They lay there for a while longer. Their lips occasionally brushing, until Sara said, “My hip is starting to hurt. Can we move to something less…lawn chairy?”

Nodding, Deacon stood up, pulling Sara to her feet and then said, “Yeah. Oh wow. My knee. This was ill-advised.”

Sliding her arms around his waist, she said, “But still incredibly nice.”

The decided to skip breakfast and walk down to the ramen bar for lunch a bit later instead. Deacon noticed that Sara’s order had been augmented to include a marinated egg. Not saying anything, he just eyed her.

Narrowing her eyes, she said, “I told you before you were right. It’s good stuff. No need to look all smug.”

“I’m not smug.”