“Your reaction to me in bed? You could say that. Are you finished?”
Were we going to leave everything just lying on the table and go straight to bed? Not wanting to appear easy, I poked around in the carton. “Yes. There aren’t any more shrimp left.” And I’d finished the shrimp toast earlier.
“Okay.” He snapped on all the lids and put the leftovers away. “We’ll have dessert now. No, not those.”
But I had already reached for the fortune cookies, and I opened one. You will stumble into the happiness of your life. How would Mark react to that? I cleared my throat. “It says, ‘Well begun is half done.’”
“Yeah? I guess that’s good to know.”
“Your turn.” I tossed him a cookie.
He caught it, tore open the wrapper, and broke it in half. “Oh, uh…now this is interesting.” Warm color rose in his
