After we get the four-wheeler back on the trailer, we stop and pick up wings and beer at Truth or Dare Brewery. Since we agreed we didn’t want to be stuck there, I ran in and picked up the order to go.
“I’m tempted to ask what I used to like, but I’m not going to.” Lucy bites into a buffalo-style wing and immediately pants like a dog, waving her hand.
“Want some milk?” I ask.
She shakes her head and sips her beer. “I’m good. But if I did like buffalo then, more power to the old Lucy.”
I laugh and hold out one of my honey barbeque wings. “Want to try mine?”
She nuzzles closer and her thigh lands against mine. We opted to change into our pajamas and veg in front of the television when we got home, which turned into a quickie on the stairs before we came up for air. I’ve been drooling ov
