“Indy’s look,” he answered
See what I mean?
“There wasn’t a look,” I lied.
“You are so ful of shit,” he muttered.
This time, he wasn’t wrong.
We went to Best Buy on Colorado Boulevard and Eddie directed us toward the coffee makers. I stood in the aisle, swaying a little bit, not only because of the martinis but also because I was in Best Buy with a hot guy shopping for coffee makers. I stared at the plethora of machines on display as if one was going to grow teeth and bite me.
“What do you want?” Eddie asked.
“A coffee maker,” I replied.
“Yeah,” he grinned at me, “but which one?” I stared at them, did a quick price check and pointed at the cheapest one.
Eddie shook his head, the grin stil in place, walked passed the one I pointed to and grabbed an upper mid-range, programmable, 14-cup KitchenAid. It wasn’t the mother of al coffee makers, but it wasn’t anything to turn your nose up at either. He tucked it under one arm, took my hand and pul ed me down the aisle.
“Anything else you need to make you less grouchy in the morning? A blender? A toaster?” he asked.
I came to a dead halt and stared at him.
“You don’t have a toaster?” I asked, horrified.
He changed directions and headed to the toasters.
We swung by my apartment and grabbed some provisions (most especial y coffee) and then went to Eddie’s house.
He unloaded the new appliances while I unpacked the groceries. Then I cal ed Famous and ordered a large pizza, one half with everything for Eddie, the other half triple cheese and mushroom for me. Eddie heard me order while plugging in the coffee maker and his brows went up.
“It’s al about the cheese,” I explained.
His eyes drifted down my body and his lips twitched as he flipped open the instruction book to the coffee maker. I wasn’t certain what that meant but I was certain I wasn’t going to ask.
I left him to deal with things with cords, went into the living room, sat on the sofa and phoned Mom.
“Hey Mom,” I said when she answered.
“Hey dol face,” she replied
“How are you getting on?” I asked.
Eddie wandered in, sat down and turned on the TV. The remote went into hyperdrive as he flipped through channels.
“Tex and me are drinking hooch,” Mom answered.
I was leaning back but I shot bolt upright when I heard her answer.
“You can’t drink hooch on your meds!” I yel ed.
Eddie’s eyes came to me.
“Just a little drinkie poo,” Mom said.
“Stop drinking,” I ordered.
Her voice came to me, ignoring my order, and she was whispering, “I think Tex kinda likes me.” Then she giggled.