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Shit, I’d like some brisket right now.
“If you’d like me to come with you, I will,” Saoirse said, then she turned to Fiona and added something in Irish.
“I’ll be fine.” Fiona put her hand over Saoirse's. “I’m just cold and a little tired. Stay out as late as you want.” She added a big wink.
“We’ll just get some tacos and maybe see a set or two, then we’ll head back,” Saoirse replied.
“Lalo and Hale-i-o-burrito’s got this, Cici,” Dusty assured quietly.
“I do.” I had it. Whatever that was. It was probably in my belt pack.
“We’ll text you if we need you. We’ll be fine. Go see your friend play and have a taco–or have him eat your taco.” Fiona grinned.
All this talk of tacos made me want to fuck some onion rings. Or was that fuck up some onion rings?
Saoirse rolled her eyes. “We’ll meet you back at the villa.”
We finished our drinks and I put my arms around the two of them. “Come on, let’s go find that hot tub.”
Hopefully it wasn’t missing, too.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dusty
My gaze followed Saoirse’s as Hale, Fiona, and Carlos took off for the festival exit, Hale’s arms firmly around the two of them.
“They’re fine,” I assured her as I picked up everyone’s glasses and threw them away. “They’re just going back to the villa.”
“I know.” She picked up the empty wrappers from the spiced nuts and Fiona’s waffle, then tossed them in the garbage.
My phone buzzed and I checked it. “It looks like somebody has found Carlos’ phone.”
“That’s great!” Saoirse nodded.
Immediately I texted the group chat.
Me
Carlos’ phone has been found. Pick it up at the front desk of our lodge when you have a moment.
They didn’t answer immediately, but reception was spotty. I was glad I was able to at least get that text out. Also, they probably wouldn’t check their phones until they were on the lift, or even back at the villa.
There were a few texts from my moms, but it was nothing urgent–mostly photos of my siblings and presents. I’d left stuff for them under their tree. I hearted the photos. We’ve had a chance to speak earlier, so it was fine.
I turned my attention back to Saoirse.
“Come on, one of the food trucks has tacos. We must’ve missed it.” I grabbed her hand and tugged.
Saoirse laughed, a little bit resigned. “You want me to try tacos that badly?”
“Why wouldn’t you want to try a taco? Trying new things is fun.” I led her through the festival.
“True. The tamales we had this morning were nice. Giving things another chance can be good, too.” She gave me a long look.
We talked about silly things as we made our way through the throng of people. There were even more than last night. I wore my blinking Santa hat. Once again, Saoirse had on her trench coat and black suit. Her hat and gloves were also black, the hat had no pom-pom, and her scarf didn’t have any tassels.
I should get that woman a hat with a pom-pom.
