Robyn’s smiling at my ignorance when she comes back into the room with a tray of what I hope is recognizable food.
The tour just wrapped up last week and I have a few days before I leave for Mexico. Robyn blew me off for a while, saying she didn’t want me to catch what she had. As much as I didn’t want to sound like a lovesick idiot, I was twenty-five kinds of relieved when she finally called and invited me over for dinner.
“They’re kale chips, silly. Try one.”
“They’re green and it looks like a plate full of the garnish I usually ignore when it’s sitting next to my steak.”
“How very observant of you. Just eat one. They taste like potato chips. I promise.”
Reluctantly, I lift one to my mouth. “Here goes.”
Robyn watches me, an amused grin playing at her lips.
“Stop smirking at me,” I say once I’ve swallowed. “They’re all right, I guess. Though you do know we have plenty of potatoes here in the great state of Texas, right?”
“Potatoes are full of starch, which turns to sugar.”
I pop another freaky green baked leaf into my mouth. Now that I know when Robyn got so nutritionally conscious, I try to just go with it.
“So what other surprises have you got over there?”
“None. I made the Greek chicken that you like and sautéed some vegetables. Ones you’ll recognize.” She slides the tray of food closer to me. “There’s flour tortillas if you want to make a fajita.”
“Sounds good to me.” I work on assembling my fajita while Robyn grabs me a beer. When she returns I see that she’s drinking plain water.
“No wine tonight? Or good old Midnight Bay bourbon?”
I expect her to toss a throw pillow at me but she just sits down. Across from me instead of next to me, which is just plain disappointing. I’m pretty sure I was invited here for a specific reason, more than just to try kale chips. I have a bad feeling it’s not a reason I’m going to like.
“Nope. Plain old water tonight. I’d never drink bourbon with dinner anyway. It’s more of a dessert drink.”
“Too bad. I’d hoped there’d be a bottle lying around somewhere. I wanted to celebrate.”
Robyn’s eyes widen. “Celebrate?”
“My big news. About the tour. I kind of hoped that’s why you invited me over.”
Part of me thinks she’s messing around and that any minute she’s going to bust out a bottle of champagne. Either she’s developed some hard-core acting skills or she truly has no clue what the hell I’m talking about.
“Your big news,” she says slowly. “News that I should’ve heard about by now.”
“The international leg of the tour.” I press my gaze deeper into hers, trying to figure out if she’s playing dumb or if she really has no idea I’m about to be out of the country for nearly three months.
“The tour,” she repeats, her intonation at the end making it sound like a question.
“The international dates have been confirmed. Mexico, Brazil, Canada, London, and maybe even Australia and Tokyo. We leave Monday morning. Did no one at work mention this to you? It’s huge for my career and for Midnight Bay. So basically it’s huge for both of us. I was kind of hoping you might be coming along.” I take a bite of my fajita, and the slightly spicy chicken with the hint of lemon is the best thing I’ve eaten in forever. My girl is a fantastic cook, even if she does substitute garnish for potato chips. “This chicken is amazing, by the way. It’s still my favorite.”
Robyn is staring dazedly at me so I set my dinner on my plate and push it to the side.
“Robyn?”
Suddenly she shakes her head as if shaking herself out of a daydream. “Yeah, um, I mean no. No, I’m not coming on the international leg of the tour. But wow. That’s . . . big news. Congratulations.”