Chapter 29
TarynWith Jeff running late, I made sure I left work on time to get to his house and relieve his mother from babysitting Olivia. My job: get the tacos started for Taco Tuesday.
An hour after my arrival, Olivia and I had chicken diced and spiced, tortillas warming, and I was mixing up my signature guacamole with chopped Serrano peppers. I separated out a portion for Olivia, who didn’t like the heat. Jeff, on the other hand, loved it.
By the time he got home, everything was ready. Olivia had plates on the table and water in the glasses. I brought out the cocktail shaker to mix up margaritas.
“I hope you use the good tequila. I want a top-shelf margarita after the bottom-shelf day I’ve had,” he complained, treading into the kitchen after changing into a T-shirt and sweats.
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