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Kate came into the kitchen with her bag from Morelli’s Market and placed it on the counter before taking off her jacket.
Marco walked in and opened the fridge. “Hey babe. What’d-ya get at Morelli’s?”
Kate dug into the bag. “Ground beef and pork chops for later this week. Bought you some beer and a bottle of wine for me. I stopped in after my showing this morning to save us a trip later.”
Marco kept his head in the fridge. “Nice.”
“You gonna’ keep your head in there much longer?” she asked.
He stood with an apple in his hand and saw her holding the packages of meat.
“Oh, sorry.” He set the apple down. “Give me those.”
Kate pulled the rest of the stuff from the bag. “Oh!” she said. “Guess what happened to me on my way out?”
“Out of Morelli’s?”
“Yeah. Guess.”
Marco shrugged. “No idea.” He took a bite of his apple.
Kate smiled and did a twirl.
“What? What’s with the dance?” he said, grinning.
Kate flipped her shoulder and flashed him a beautiful smile. “I got hit on.”
Marco leaned against the counter. “Oh yeah?” He nodded as his eyes swept across her. “Well, you do look amazing. I’ve always liked that dress.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “Apparently this guy liked my dress, too.” She laughed at herself as Marco rolled his eyes. “Anyway, as I walked out of the store, I saw this cab slow down.”
Marco swallowed a bite of apple. “A cab?”
“Yep,” Kate said. “The passenger in the back seat rolled down the window to ask if I needed help with my bags. When I said ‘no thanks,’ he said ‘keep doin’ what you’re doin’ cuz you’re lookin’ good.’ Or somethin’ like that. Isn’t that hilarious?”
“Wow,” Marco said. “That’s different.”
“I know, right? From a cab?”
Marco smiled. “You’ve still got it baby. I’m the luckiest guy on earth.” He kissed her cheek. “As soon as this rain stops, we’ll go to your mom’s and then to the park.”
Kate nodded. “Okay. It’s supposed to stop by noon.” She kicked off her pumps and put away the liquor.
Marco called out to her as he left the kitchen. “And when we get back, we can have some of that wine you bought.”
“That’s my wine!”
