Page 74 of Escape To Paradise
That night, we stayed but departed for Denver the following day.
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Lisa and the boys, Atticus and Beckett, picked us up at the airport. The boys rushed towards me for a long overdue hug. They gave me a really long and tight hug.
“Oh, my boys! Look how much you’ve grown!” I told them. They had grown one or two inches since I last saw them.
Lisa walked up to me and said, “Don’t be too much in a hurry. I dread the day they start dating.”
“Lisa, how are you doing?” I hugged her.
“Doing fine. But still messing up the cooking and baking,” she replied.
“Baking? You started baking?”
“If you call baking as browning food to a toast.” Lisa eyed Maverick and then whispered to me, “You didn’t tell me your guy friend is super hunky.”
I laughed. “Lisa, this is Maverick. Maverick, this is Lisa.”
Maverick shook Lisa’s hand, and Lisa gave me a thumbs up.
We rode in Lisa’s small red car. Maverick insisted that he sit in the backseat with the boys. I looked in the rearview mirror; Maverick was sandwiched between the boys. Lisa was weaving through Denver traffic like a maniac, so I regretted sitting in the front seat. The drive to Evergreen was forty minutes, but we stopped to pick up two boxes of pizza from Rocco’s pizza.
Rocco was by the counter when Lisa I walked in. He was wearing a black, tight-fitting shirt and, as usual, had a smile reserved just for Lisa.
“How are you?” Rocco asked.
“Same old, same old.”
“I haven’t seen you in yoga class,” he said.
“I’ve just been busy. Just doing it at home mostly.”
“You should drop by.”
“I will. I’ll try to come more frequently.”
“Here’s your pizza.” Rocco handed Lisa two pizza boxes.
“Bye.” Lisa waved at Rocco.
“Bye.” Rocco grinned.
When we stepped out of the pizza place, I elbowed Lisa.
“Lisa, that was very obvious. Rocco likes you. You should go see him for yoga. I didn’t even know he went to yoga.”
Lisa explained, “That’s the reason I go to yoga before. He was there a lot. I always stayed at the back so I could check him out.”
I laughed out loud. “You’re too much.”
Maverick and the boys were singing when we got back in the car.
“Already fraternizing with my boys? You’re a keeper, Maverick,” Lisa said.
The drive to Lisa’s cabin was only fifteen minutes. Lisa’s cabin was homey, but it wasn’t huge, which meant Maverick and I had to share the guest bedroom, which only had one bed. Maverick had volunteered to sleep on the couch but Lisa, dissuaded him from sleeping there.
“I’m sorry, Maverick. This couch is for our dog Bacon. Guess you have to sleep in the guest bedroom and share a bed with Harper, if you don’t mind?” Lisa kept winking at me. She was obviously trying to set me up with Maverick.
