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“Sweet.” She smiled. “I could eat the hell out of some pizza.”
I looked at Bowie, who was walking into the kitchen, ignoring me and Lolo.
“Hey, Bowie!” Lolo called to him, noticing my attention veer.
“Hello,” Bowie replied.
“You love pizza. You should be ecstatic.” Lolo looked at me, her brows raised.
“I was actually feeling Mom’s restaurant food for dinner,” he lied.
I felt my eyelid twitch.
“That’s too bad,” I heard Danyetta say behind me. “Because I gave it to the homeless man on the corner of the highway. He said thank you until he tasted it, and then he spat it out and asked me if I was trying to poison him.”
I burst out laughing.
Danyetta’s food was great, when it was fresh and hot.
What it wasn’t was great when it was cold, and the grease had a chance to settle into the batter.
“That’s a bummer,” Lolo snapped her fingers.
I threaded my hand around her ponytail and gave it a slight tug.
She laughed and got up. “You think you can give me a ride to Dayd’s house after I grab a slice of pizza?”
I nodded, knowing Dayd’s apartment was actually on the way to my place. All I would have to do was pull into his parking lot and let her out.
“How ya gonna get home?” I asked.
“Dayd will drive me. He’s at welding school until eight. Then he’ll be home,” she said.
“You could always take a whole box of pizza,” I said. “I ordered three.”
“Nice,” she said. “Dayd will like that. And he won’t complain about someone buying him food if it’s from you. He knows you don’t usually buy pizza.”
Dayd was a proud kid. I liked that about him.
“Whatever happened to you buying that pizzeria?” she asked. “I thought that was a done deal?”
A few months ago, Cassius’s girl, Alice, had an incident. It’d become clear that Alice could no longer run The Marina, a family business, like she used to do due to her own business obligations. So the family had decided to sell their pizzeria, which I’d originally looked into buying.
“It’s more work than I’m willing to take on right now,” I admitted.
Honestly, I didn’t think that the business hours would mesh well with Bowie’s schedule, and I hadn’t been willing to give up the only time I got with him to open a place like that.
So, I’d declined and moved on.
Now I ran fishing charters as a full-time job until my friend could get healthy and take back over. From there? Who knew what I would be doing.
“Oh,” she said. “But it would’ve been nice to get free pizza any time we wanted it.”
I chuckled. “What makes you think that I would give you free pizza, half-pint?”
There was a chair that was moved loudly from the corner of the room, and I turned to find Bowie planting himself in it with a scowl on his face and his math book in his hand.
“Willingly doing your math homework?” I teased. “Are you okay?”
