“Ooof!” Tyson’s face twisted in pain, and he staggered back, holding his stomach.
“Are you okay?” she asked concerned, gripping his shoulder.
“Yeah, so where are we off to now, boss lady?” he smiled and rubbed his stomach. Right after, he draped his arm over her shoulder, and they strolled down the sidewalk.
“I was thinking Big Momma Ann’s café.” Treasure hugged Tyson’s arm around her neck lovingly. “I could go for a slice of apple pie with a scoop of French vanilla ice cream.”
“Pie huh? I can do that,” Tyson said. She looked up at him, and they kissed tenderly.
Tyson unlocked the Mercedes Benz that Showtime had won for him with the remote control attached to his car-key. He went to open the passenger door, and Treasure grasped his arm
“Come on. It’s a nice night out, let’s walk,” sh
