the best made plans

Frank insisted that they enjoy Sunday dinner at his house, as his cats had been mightily neglected due to recent events. “Events that leave me feeling far from neglected,” he added, with a wink. He whipped up some fresh tomato gazpacho while Marie threw together a salad.

"Tomatoes, greens, cucumbers, peppers, radishes, and carrots. You are an impressive man, Frank. I appreciate being a beneficiary of your garden's bounty all these years. And it gets better and better.”

"What's mine is yours, my love,” Frank grabbed her for a quick kiss. “Play your cards right, and you'll be rolling around in fresh vegetables all summer, every summer.”

"Play my cards right, huh? What do I have to do here? Just being me, smitten with you, isn't enough?” Marie glowered at him. Oh she is so good with the flirt, I can't believe I've been missing out on this part all these years.

"Well, all right. Truth be told, you have all the power here, Marie. But I'm not supposed to tell you that. I'm supposed to hide some of that from you, right? Isn't that what guys do?” He leaned against the sink and pulled her close.

"Frank,” Marie's tone changed, more serious now, “I value your directness. I always have. Don't you start being coy with me now that I've let you in my pants."

He guffawed. “In your pants? Hah, Marie. You've been taking your pants off, thank goodness. You're all young and spritely, I know, but I don't think I'd be up for getting in your pants at my advanced age. This thing,” he swept his arm from his head down the length of his body, “don't work like it used to.”

"It works just fine, Frank.” And with that, she reached up and kissed him hard, an earthy garden smell on her skin and her hair. Really, I must be dreaming. He hoisted her up on the counter and that was the end of their dinner plans.

(Just a little flirt of my novel-in-progress.)