“What is so funny,”
Aubree asked as she tucked in to her slice of pie.
“Oh, just thinking,”
Derek replied.
“Of what?” she demanded.
“Of me,” came Krissy’s
voice from over Aubree’s shoulder. “Good morning, darling,” she then directed
at Derek as he slid across to give her room next to him. They greeted each
other with a tender kiss, longer than necessary.
Pulling out of the kiss,
the couple looked across to the intruder who was fuming. “Jealousy is not a
good look on you, honey,” Krissy contritely quipped, gently smiling at the
woman who thought herself a competitor.
For the third time in
only a few minutes Darla returned to the table with the coffee pot, a clean mug
and another plate with Krissy’s own piece of pie. “Oh thank you, just what the
doctor ordered.” Derek silently applauded Krissy’s composure in the face of
Aubree’s clear fury.
“The pie is especially
good today, sweetheart,” he told Krissy, winking at the pleasure on Darla’s
face. Turning to Aubree he decided to make the introductions, however obvious
and pointless may be. “So, my dear, here is my former lover from England,
Aubree. You know the one who stomped on my heart when it was in need of some
comfort. Aubree, this is Krissy, the woman who is currently giving my heart all
the tender loving care it needs and then some.” Wrapping his arm around
Krissy’s shoulders, he sighed with content.
