Once they were seated at the Mexican restaurant, sharing chips and salsa and sipping margaritas while they looked over the menu, Scott leaned across the booth and asked Kimmy, “Better than a Meet and Greet, isn’t it? So tell me the story of how you two met.”
With a laugh, she said, “That’s something I should be asking you, no? I’m sure you’ve heard Darryl talk about me enough to make you sick, especially since you don’t read any of my writing.”
Darryl gave Scott a playful jab in the ribs. “He might not read it but he never complains when I make him listen to it. Someone likes to act out the juicier bits.”
“Let’s set the rules right now,” Scott joked. “No talking about s*x over dinner.”
“Then why’d I even bother to come?” Kimmy teased.
Under the table, someone nudged her foot. Was it S
