Five
A week after the potluck, Pat could still feel the softness of Aelissm’s body tucked against him and see the contentment and wonder on her face as clearly as if she had only just left his arms. As he watched the last customers stroll out of the bedspread’s dining room, he wished he could turn up the radio and dance with her again.
Instead, he helped her clear the table and take the dishes into the kitchen. “So, boss, how’d I do?”
“I should give you a hard time and tell you that it’s going to take a lot of work to turn you into a half-decent waiter, but I’m actually pretty impressed,” she replied. “And I believe that was the bell on the door, so get out there and impress me some more while I get everything back here cleaned and ready for Kelsie and Mason’s shift.”
Pat strolled back
