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The waitress put the platter down between them, then put two saucer sized plates on the table. “I put them on the same platter. Hope that’s alright.”

Clay leaned over and sniffed the eggplant fries, then picked up both small bowls of marinara sauce and sniffed them, too. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

“Thank you,” Harper said. She picked up the shaker jar of Parmesan cheese and almost covered the eggplant fries in Parmesan cheese, then picked one up and dragged it through the marinara sauce. Harper took a bite, and chewed appreciatively, her eyes looking into Clay’s as he watched her eating. She took another bite, then another as she finished it off. “So, good,” she said.

“You have no idea,” Clay said.

“You didn’t even eat one yet!” Harper said.

“I just know it’s good,” Clay said as the waitress came back and set their drinks on the table. He picked them both up and sniffed them. “Alright, thanks,” he said, handing Harper’s water to her.

The waitress looked at him like he was a little off now, and walked away.

“She thinks you’re crazy now,” Harper said, laughing as she dipped another eggplant fry in the sauce.

Clay couldn’t help grinning as he shrugged. “Works. She won’t flirt with me anymore.”

“She may never flirt again,” Harper said.

Clay laughed. “It wasn’t flirting. It was way over the top.”

“A little. Okay. But you were a little touchy.”

“I didn’t like it. At all.”

“You have the right to not like it.” Harper’s gaze drifted off behind him as she saw the pizzas coming their way. “Ohhh, pizza!”

~~~

Cristie walked past their king sized bed on her way to the shower. She paused, looked over at it, then glanced toward the bathroom before she shrugged and flopped across their bed.

It wasn’t five minutes before Remi, softly whistling to himself walked into their bedroom and came to a stop when he saw her lying there, arms stretched above her head, flopped like a rag doll as she watched a TV that hadn’t even been turned on yet. “Might be able to find a more interesting show if you turned it on,” he said.

Cristie smirked at him. “Smart ass.”

Remi grinned. “Thought you were going to take a shower.”

“I was, but then I saw the bed and decided I was too tired to worry about a shower right now. I just want to lie here for a while.”

“Our house, our rules. Lie there as long as you want.”

“Exactly what I thought,” Cristie said.

Remi walked over and picked up the remote off the nightstand and handed it to her.

Cristie took it from him and turned on the TV then started immediately started flipping channels.

“Can’t find anything to watch?” he asked as he went into the bathroom.

“Meh. A couple of things, but nothing that holds my interest as much as wondering why Kaiser left without so much as a goodbye,” she said, not even looking his way. She heard him brushing his teeth, then the water shut off, then nothing. She glanced toward the bathroom and found him standing in the doorway looking at her. “What?” she asked.

“I’m guessing now is when you want to talk about this?”

“Everybody’s gone home, or to their guest houses. All the food has been split up and our share of the leftovers is put away. All the extra cake is in our fridge. And it’s already cleaned up outside. What’s there to do other than talk about why my best friend came to you about leaving and not me?”

Remi shrugged. “We could talk about why Keegan was crying earlier today.”