After Kiko pulled into the grassy lot that served as extended parking for the Pickle, he took out his phone to text Dom, setting it aside again as he noticed the man approaching, cardboard box in his grasp. A plate of deviled eggs was balanced on top of it. He set the box in the back of the truck and then opened the door, sliding into the seat with his plate of eggs.
“I was under the impression you’d let me pick you up?” said Kiko as Dom shut the door.
“I’ll fall for it one of these nights.”
“I had my hopes set on tonight,” said Kiko. Dom paused fractionally, and then their eyes were meeting. He’d leaned closer to buckle his seat belt, and for a moment Kiko was certain they’d end up kissing again. He even leaned forward slightly, but Dom was backing up, smiling.
“Here where anyone can
