“In that case, I’ll text him right now.”
Cas slipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly tapped
in a message to Mouse. He’d barely placed the phone on the nearest table when
it buzzed and he picked it up to see he had a hell yeah from him about wanting
to go.
“Told you.”
“How do you know that isn’t the dentist’s office with a
reminder about my next appointment?”
“For one, your smile is beautiful, and two, I don’t think
you grin and do a little shimmy when their office calls, unless, of course,
you’ve got a thing for your dentist.”
Cas laughed at that, then slapped a hand over his mouth when
he realized he’d been loud enough others in the dining area had turned to look
their way.
“Sorry,” Cas muttered, feeling his face flush. “Just the
thought of going on a date with Mr. Phizinger is, well, I wouldn’t be sure if
he was going to show up alone, or with a cardboard cutout of a lower jawbone.”
Now Garrett was laughing and shaking his head. “I take it he
has one in his office.”
“Dude, it’s bigger than his nurse, and he’s not tiny.”
“Damn.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I saw him putting it in his trunk once. I didn’t ask why
and he didn’t tell me when I stopped to help, but he was damn particular about
the way it fit in there and worried as hell about scuffing it.”
“Alrighty then.”
“Too much information, I know.”
“No it’s, well, hopefully no one ever raids his house and
finds lamps and seat cushions made out of teeth that’s all I’ve got to say.”
LOL!
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