chapter 2
Oliver and Shane found the taco truck, gave their orders and sat down to eat. The couple ate in silence for then most part. Oliver found it hard to eat his taco with one hand but managed to do so with minimal spillage. He tried to get his hand back from Shane, but she refused to let it go.
"I do hope that I'll be invited to the next poker/Action movie night," Shane said trying to contain the burst of laughter in her throat.
"Of course you are, I wouldn't go without you," said Oliver taking their tray and tossing the trash in the receptacle.
After their meal at the fancy taco truck, Shane and Oliver started walking back to the DLO. Shane cooed contentedly as she walked with her head on Oliver's shoulder with his arm around her shoulders.
She didn't notice when a car drove by and when it backfired loudly, she let out a terrified sheik and ducked holding on to Oliver as tight as she could.
Oliver, beside himself, asked, "Shane, what is, it are you hurt?"
She couldn't speak, she could only sob and cling to him like her life depended on it. He pried her arms from around him and piced her up. He carried her the rest of the way back to the DLO. When safely inside he sat with her on his lap until she loosened her hold on him.
He then got up and got her a glass of water.
"Here," he said, "drink this."
She took a couple of sips as he pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed the tears out of her eyes, held it to her nose and said, " Blow."
"No," she protested turning her head.
" Shane," he said sternly and put the handkerchief back to her nose as she turned back to him.
Shane blew her nose. Oliver handed her the handkerchief and said, "You may keep that one." He grinned at her.
She giggled and said, "thank you."
"Now, tell me what that was all about," Oliver said.
"I had a flashback to being in the middle of explosions while on that assignment," she said.
Oliver was livid. "If that man, and I use the term loosely, ever shows up here again..." he growled.
Shane leaned over, kissed his cheek and said, "He won't, I made sure of that."
Oliver pulled back, looked at her and said, "Good. "
Shane looked over at the blender and back to Oliver.
"Would you like another kumbatcha smoothie before we continue with the letters," he asked.
"Kombucha, " she said.
He said "kumbatcha ."
"Watch my mouth," she said "pucker you lips."
With a twinkle in his eyes he said "you want me to pucker up?"
"Yes, it's come boo cha," she exaggerated her lip movements.
"Do it once more, for good measure," he said.
She did as he asked, but when she got to the boo, his lips flew in and caught hers with his own.
Shane laughed, and said, "Is that how to get you to say it properly? Do I have to kiss you to get you to say it right?"
"Well I have no objecting to trying it," he smiled at her.
Shane grinned and punched him in the arm.