Estrella musta been spying on us out the kitchen window, ‘cause she was at the table almost before we finished our last bites.
“¿Bueno?”
“¡Muy bueno!”
“Best tacos I’ve ever had, Estrella,” Craig said.
She smiled. She loved making friends. No one was a stranger to her for very long.
“Mis amores, I shall take your plates to la cocina, and then I shall return with pasteles. Dessert, no?”
“Dessert, yes,” we said in unison.
Her promised pasteles were light and airy. Little pillows of love. Fantastic.
“I could eat a humongous platter of these things. They’re freakin’ amazing,” Craig said.
“So, now we’ve had our fill of the best Mexican food in Vegas, whaddya wanna do now?”
He looked at me slyly and smiled. “I wanna see ya dance.”
I panicked. I didn’t plan on that. I worried he’d run s
