Heather looked up when she realized I was in front of her. They were perfect. Me, at thirty and you at eighteen.”
Heather looked up surprised. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You’ll love it,” I promised, “Wait until you try the black pudding.”
“Black pudding?”
“Think big fat juicy sausage.”
“You’re kidding,” she laughed as her nose turned pinker than usual. I wouldn’t have changed those twenty years for anything. A heady brew that never failed to push my sex drive into a higher gear. And another. Our kiss ended and we pressed our foreheads together as she grabbed another tissue and blew into it as she began to laugh and cry. “I know,” she grinned as I let her go and helped her get into the taxi. “Tasty!” she agreed as she felt for a tissue at the side of her plate and dabbed her mouth. Gracey grabbed another box of tissues and handed it to her as everyone around them laughed.
