Chapter 22: Selfies at the Lakeside Grille
May 31, 20—
11:38 A.M.
Patrick and I showered together, kissed under the hot spray and strong water pressure, dressed in our previous day’s clothes, and ended up in the inn’s restaurant, which was called The Lakeside Grille. There were many patrons there from the wedding celebration from the night before, some of which I recognized and chatted with, and others who were complete strangers, but did attend the previous night’s function. Patrick was dressed in his cowboy getup, being adorable, sinful, and sexy all at the same time. I looked ridiculous at our four-person table and knew that country folk were staring at me because of the rumpled navy suit I wore.
A young female server took our order: a stack of blueberry pancakes, link sausages, and
