Just got out - need anything before I hit the bridge"
Just going for a run. What are we doing for dinner"
I was going to ask you What's a taco"
LOL Are you kidding"
No! Brit, remember" I know not wot of your wild west ways
Mexican, actually. Eat in or take out"
do we have the stuff"
Don't know. Let me check. Can you pick up tortillas" And you aren't driving, are you?
I might be. What kind of tortillas"
Text me when you get there. I'm taking Solo for a run.
Fine. I have parked.
Tortillas. Either flour or corn. In the Mexican aisle. See you when you get here.
Okay. See you soon, Sandwich Man!
See you soon, Taco Girl! *grin*
About forty minutes after that text sent Tia giggling into the market, she pulled into the garage of the beach house she now shared with Aaron. That move had been entertaining, to be sure, but it was nice to have the sea and the sun and the beach to share with Aaron and Solo. Lifting the bags out of the trunk, because she was incapable of going into a grocery store and not coming out with a few dozen random treats as well as what she'd gone in for, she made her way up onto the wrap-around porch, peering down the beach in both directions in case her fellas were still out on the sand.
As it happened, they were on their way back, Solo barking a greeting to his mistress and taking the lead ahead of Aaron who was jogging up the beach toward them both. He'd made amazing progress in the few weeks since he'd met her, no longer needing the cane or hobbling along. If someone didn't know better, they might never know he was missing a leg.
Leaving the bags on the porch, she skipped down onto the sand to greet them, taking a knee to let Solo cover her in excited dribble." Hello! Have you been having a fantastic run with your favoritest man in the world ever" Have you? Good boy, Solo!" Laughing, she wiped her face, straightening to watch Aaron jog closer. "And have you been having a fantastic run with your favoritest man ever?"
"Do you mean my favoritest dog ever?" Aaron asked as he slowed to a halt and took a few deep breaths. He'd worked hard to stay in good shape, even before he'd started running again. He hadn't realized until moving to the beach how much easier it was to run on sand than concrete.
"Solo's a man!" she protested laughingly, pushing the big dog away as he jumped up to her. "No, dude, you are much too big to be pouncing me these days." She rubbed her fingers over the big head. "And loving the beach. This is how I keep you forever young, is it' Letting you run Aaron all over the beach every day?"
The big dog barked in reply, his tail wagging happily back and forth, while Aaron laughed. "He's like a big puppy," he said, pausing a moment to greet Tia with a kiss, as affectionate as the dog, it seemed. "How was your day?" he asked, as he fell into step with her back toward the house, without so much as a limp. He was a little sweaty and in need of a shower, but it felt good to get out, stretch his legs, and soak up some sun. Now, if he could just find a job.
It was good to see Aaron so confident on his legs these days. It was hard to believe they'd only known each other for about a month, and yet here they were, living together, as comfortable in each other's company as other couples were years down the line. She smiled into his kiss, clicking her tongue for Solo to come with them as they moved back to the house. "It was fun, actually," she admitted. "We got this big box of first editions in, and Marek let me price them. They're in beautiful condition, too."
Sweaty or not, he slung an arm around her shoulders, as they made their way back. Not even the porch steps were a problem anymore, climbing them with ease. "First editions of the same book or different books?" he asked, with interest.
"Different books," she clarified. "An entire run of Dickens. It was like holding the Holy Grail." She giggled. "Not that I actually like much of Dickens, but they were so beautifully bound in this really rich crimson leather, and the lettering in gold, and they're too good to just read, you know" Like works of art." She hugged his back fondly, pausing to pick up the bags she'd left on the porch. "You never actually told me what tacos are, you know."
"First editions of Dickens?" Aaron echoed in mild disbelief. "Can you get me a copy of A Christmas Carol"" he asked, never before really showing much interest in book collecting, mostly because he had never had the room for such things. He reached down to help her with the bags, letting her get the door. "You'll see," he replied, regarding the tacos, a small smirk on his face.
"Marek's set them aside so we can fight over who gets first crack at them," Tia admitted. "It was very tempting to hand over twice their worth to have them for ourselves - it's unlikely he'll want to break up the set." She glanced down at Solo, tracking sand into the house beside them, and sighed in amusement. "You are such a mucky pup."
"That makes sense," Aaron replied, as he stepped inside and started toward the kitchen, just a hint of disappointment in his voice. Tia might have the money to afford a complete first edition collection of Dickens, but Aaron didn't, and it didn't seem very practical to buy books they weren't going to read. It was hard not to track sand through the house, living on a beach, and Aaron had good reasons for not taking his shoes off.
"I'll have to keep my eyes open for a pristine copy of A Christmas Carol for you," she offered warmly, following him to the kitchen. "I know what to find you for Christmas now." She nudged him affectionately, ducking past to open the freezer and stow the cartons of ice cream away. Tia had a definite weakness for ice cream, and Aaron had made the mistake of introducing her to Ben & Jerry's. She was working her way through all the flavors.
Just going for a run. What are we doing for dinner"
I was going to ask you What's a taco"
LOL Are you kidding"
No! Brit, remember" I know not wot of your wild west ways
Mexican, actually. Eat in or take out"
do we have the stuff"
Don't know. Let me check. Can you pick up tortillas" And you aren't driving, are you?
I might be. What kind of tortillas"
Text me when you get there. I'm taking Solo for a run.
Fine. I have parked.
Tortillas. Either flour or corn. In the Mexican aisle. See you when you get here.
Okay. See you soon, Sandwich Man!
See you soon, Taco Girl! *grin*
About forty minutes after that text sent Tia giggling into the market, she pulled into the garage of the beach house she now shared with Aaron. That move had been entertaining, to be sure, but it was nice to have the sea and the sun and the beach to share with Aaron and Solo. Lifting the bags out of the trunk, because she was incapable of going into a grocery store and not coming out with a few dozen random treats as well as what she'd gone in for, she made her way up onto the wrap-around porch, peering down the beach in both directions in case her fellas were still out on the sand.
As it happened, they were on their way back, Solo barking a greeting to his mistress and taking the lead ahead of Aaron who was jogging up the beach toward them both. He'd made amazing progress in the few weeks since he'd met her, no longer needing the cane or hobbling along. If someone didn't know better, they might never know he was missing a leg.
Leaving the bags on the porch, she skipped down onto the sand to greet them, taking a knee to let Solo cover her in excited dribble." Hello! Have you been having a fantastic run with your favoritest man in the world ever" Have you? Good boy, Solo!" Laughing, she wiped her face, straightening to watch Aaron jog closer. "And have you been having a fantastic run with your favoritest man ever?"
"Do you mean my favoritest dog ever?" Aaron asked as he slowed to a halt and took a few deep breaths. He'd worked hard to stay in good shape, even before he'd started running again. He hadn't realized until moving to the beach how much easier it was to run on sand than concrete.
"Solo's a man!" she protested laughingly, pushing the big dog away as he jumped up to her. "No, dude, you are much too big to be pouncing me these days." She rubbed her fingers over the big head. "And loving the beach. This is how I keep you forever young, is it' Letting you run Aaron all over the beach every day?"
The big dog barked in reply, his tail wagging happily back and forth, while Aaron laughed. "He's like a big puppy," he said, pausing a moment to greet Tia with a kiss, as affectionate as the dog, it seemed. "How was your day?" he asked, as he fell into step with her back toward the house, without so much as a limp. He was a little sweaty and in need of a shower, but it felt good to get out, stretch his legs, and soak up some sun. Now, if he could just find a job.
It was good to see Aaron so confident on his legs these days. It was hard to believe they'd only known each other for about a month, and yet here they were, living together, as comfortable in each other's company as other couples were years down the line. She smiled into his kiss, clicking her tongue for Solo to come with them as they moved back to the house. "It was fun, actually," she admitted. "We got this big box of first editions in, and Marek let me price them. They're in beautiful condition, too."
Sweaty or not, he slung an arm around her shoulders, as they made their way back. Not even the porch steps were a problem anymore, climbing them with ease. "First editions of the same book or different books?" he asked, with interest.
"Different books," she clarified. "An entire run of Dickens. It was like holding the Holy Grail." She giggled. "Not that I actually like much of Dickens, but they were so beautifully bound in this really rich crimson leather, and the lettering in gold, and they're too good to just read, you know" Like works of art." She hugged his back fondly, pausing to pick up the bags she'd left on the porch. "You never actually told me what tacos are, you know."
"First editions of Dickens?" Aaron echoed in mild disbelief. "Can you get me a copy of A Christmas Carol"" he asked, never before really showing much interest in book collecting, mostly because he had never had the room for such things. He reached down to help her with the bags, letting her get the door. "You'll see," he replied, regarding the tacos, a small smirk on his face.
"Marek's set them aside so we can fight over who gets first crack at them," Tia admitted. "It was very tempting to hand over twice their worth to have them for ourselves - it's unlikely he'll want to break up the set." She glanced down at Solo, tracking sand into the house beside them, and sighed in amusement. "You are such a mucky pup."
"That makes sense," Aaron replied, as he stepped inside and started toward the kitchen, just a hint of disappointment in his voice. Tia might have the money to afford a complete first edition collection of Dickens, but Aaron didn't, and it didn't seem very practical to buy books they weren't going to read. It was hard not to track sand through the house, living on a beach, and Aaron had good reasons for not taking his shoes off.
"I'll have to keep my eyes open for a pristine copy of A Christmas Carol for you," she offered warmly, following him to the kitchen. "I know what to find you for Christmas now." She nudged him affectionately, ducking past to open the freezer and stow the cartons of ice cream away. Tia had a definite weakness for ice cream, and Aaron had made the mistake of introducing her to Ben & Jerry's. She was working her way through all the flavors.