Champagne & Chaps(5)By: Cheyenne McCray
“Sweetheart, there are only so many times you can change the subject on me.” He gave her a little wink. “I’ll let you pass, this time.”
Grateful he wasn’t going to press her, she let him take her hand and they walked back inside the bar.
Early the next morning, still wearing the T-shirt and shorts she wore as pj’s, Sabrina wandered out of Carly’s guest bedroom. She walked past Carly’s office where she did a lot of her writing. She was a published author with an extensive collection of books that she’d written.
She yawned as she pushed hair out of her eyes and padded in her bare feet on the cool tile, then entered the kitchen. Something smelled wonderful, like cinnamon and peaches.
“Talk about bedhead.” Carly grinned as she looked up from the clear glass bowl of white batter she was stirring. “You look like you just walked out of a wind tunnel.”
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Sabrina covered up another yawn. “I think I got to bed too late last night.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t give Wyatt Cameron your cell phone number.” Carly shook her head as she mixed the batter. “Wyatt is one the hottest men I’ve ever met.”
“There’s no denying that.” Sabrina sat on a stool at the breakfast bar. “But you know why I can’t.”
Carly stopped mixing the batter and set the glass bowl beside a griddle on the stove. She propped her hand on her hip and frowned at Sabrina. “Like I’ve said before, I don’t know that at all. You’re beautiful, fun, caring, loving, intelligent, and any other number of adjectives. Any guy would be crazy not to see that. And I don’t think Wyatt is crazy.”
“Thank you.” Sabrina smiled as she fingered the Celtic knot at her throat. “At least you think so.”
Carly rolled her eyes. “I’m making fresh peach crepes. How many do you want?”
“A plateful.” Sabrina climbed off the stool and walked to the stove where Carly was pouring batter on the small, round griddle. “What can I do to help?”
“You can put the peach filling in the crepes, roll them up, and put them on a couple of plates.” Carly gestured toward the cabinet where Sabrina remembered the plates were kept.
The peaches, in cinnamon and sugar, were simmering on a back burner and the smell made her mouth water. As Carly stacked the crepes on a plate, Sabrina filled them and rolled them up, then set them side-by-side on two plates. When they were all made, they put sour cream on top followed by whipped cream.
“Yummmmmmy.” Sabrina carried the two plates to the kitchen nook table and Carly followed with a carton of orange juice and two glasses. The table was already set for two.
It was fun chatting while they ate. Sabrina was busy enjoying her crepes and let Carly do most of the talking.
“So what about that guy, Mike Sharpe?” Sabrina asked after swallowing a mouthful. “Are you going to see him again?”
“Mike’s a nice guy.” Carly shrugged. “Maybe we can double date.”
“Date?” Sabrina shook her head. “I’m not here to start dating. That’s why I didn’t give Wyatt my number, remember?”
“You’ll change your mind.” Carly looked sure of herself. “I don’t think you’ll be able to resist that man.”
“Ha.” Sabrina set her fork down on her plate and sighed. “Those crepes were amazing. You know how to spoil me.”
“I do my best.” Carly gathered their plates and forks and took everything to the sink. “I’m heading to Tucson as soon as everything is cleaned up. Sure you’ll be fine here alone?”
“It will be wonderful to relax and read.” Sabrina grabbed their glasses and the carton of orange juice. She put the glasses on the counter and the juice in the fridge. “I’ll be going to see my mom next week, so I’ll wait until then.”
Sabrina returned to the sink help Carly with the dishes, but her friend waved her off.
“I’ve got this. You go do that crazy hair of yours.” Carly grinned. “Heaven help us if someone stops by and gets a good look at you.”