“Yes!” He fist pumped the air and turned, pointing a finger at the other staff. “I told you!”
I raised my eyebrows, his infectious happiness making me smile.
“I’m sorry. We had a bet over who could sell the mussels first.”
“You set me up!” I gasped.
“I’m sorry!” He took my hand. “Gosh. Have whatever you want. Here. You can even have me. My bum is peachy.” He wiggled his hips.
I think I found my new favorite place.
“I want the mussels,” I replied, patting his arm. “Really.”
“Done. Nancy, tell Barry we need a mussel dish. And not his muscles—he can keep those.” He slid in opposite me and leaned in. “Believe me, there’s nothing nice abo
