“Now you’re going to have the worst lawn in town,” said Chad. Kiko stared at him, then the giant box Dom was hauling back, pink necks and heads protruding from the top. Dom was beaming. He set the flamingoes down next to the table.
“I am not putting those in my yard,” said Kiko. Dom leaned in close.
“Yes, you are,” he said.
“Absolutely not,” said Kiko, pulling away from Dom’s breath, warm against his neck. He was getting too close; probably winning had made him horny.
“I’ll find the perfect places for each one,” said Dom.
“No.”
“You’re great entertainment, boss,” said Chad, then, “Whoa, I, like, won a thing.”
He dashed up with his ticket and Dom took the opportunity to give Kiko a loaded grin. Kiko pushed him away. He’d indulge when they got home. For now, Chad was dashing back with
