Loke popped up, flirted with Lucy, the heartfelia daughter . He went away with good information, two nice steaks and a meaty ham one.
He headed home after a stop at the green grocer for some beans and blackberries because they looked delicious and he knew they were Lucy's favorite. It had been a hard week of preparing the report. Reportedly put an extra scoop of berries in for free and pass along information on . It was a productive trip.
Loke knew Lucy wouldn't be able to make it to his place for a while. He put out some wine t breathe and found some symphonic music on the radio to set the mood. She'd probably accuse him of being a romantic. Guilty as charged. Loke considered it one of his more charming attributes. Lucy liked trashy romances. He had never understood the attraction. He had planned to surprise her once by acting out one of the books. He read several trying to figure out what she saw. The men were all cocky arrogant asses and the women subservient and in need in rescue. Finally, he gave up and asked her about it. She said she kept hoping the women would wise up and just slap the men but it never happened. Loke admitted what he'd done and said he knew she'd shoot him if he tried it. She just laughed.
Loke infused the beans with ginger, garlic and lemon and rubbed the first two ingredients into the steaks before making an after dinner tea selection only the finest .
The doorbell rang and he opened it to see Lucy there in a red dress, also from Loke and a long black wig. She was nearly unrecognizable. Even he was wearing a costly coat. Where in the hell had she found that? The exotic appearance would give old evergreen across the street something to talk about. He let Lucy in without a greeting until he had the door shut and locked. He pulled Lucy close, kissing her.
When he let her go, Lucy took the coat off and her wig as well. Loke let off his leash.
"I have a ham bone for him and steaks for us. I thought dinner, dancing and tonight is the meteor shower. I thought we could lie outside and enjoy that."
"Sounds perfectly romantic."
"That's what I was aiming for."
"Maybe we should call it a date . Your aim is high on." Lucy grinned.
Loke laughed. "What can I say? Romance is a gift."
"One you are good at giving." Lucy kissed him. "How lucky am I?"
"Let me show you."