Chapter 9

Finally, after much shouting and finger pointing and general mayhem, a couple of cops showed up, handcuffed Gordon, and dragged him out the front door. He was still screaming how sorry he was and how he wanted Rick back.

Andreas said our paella would be out shortly and turned back toward the kitchen. I caught his sleeve before he could take a step away.

“Look, I know this isn’t a doggy bag kind of place. But I think Rick and I need to get out of here. I’m sure your food is great and all, but we can’t stay.”

Rick was staring out the window again, but he nodded slightly.

“I completely understand. Wait for me at the entrance.” Andreas bustled away.

I looked at Rick and sighed. I mean, what could I say? This hadn’t been anyone’s idea of a perfect first date.

“I’m guessing that was your ex.” I didn’t mean it as a joke, but more as an ice breaker so he’d start talking to me.

But I giggled. Then laughed. Then guffawed. Tears were streaking down my face, and I needed my hankie back.