Bobby squeezed Luis's ass harder, and not once—three or four times.
Luis blinked. He hadn't expected this. Good thing he'd parked on the end where no one could see them.
“If you ever need anything,” Bobby said. “You know where to find me.”
Then Bobby slapped Luis's ass so hard Luis lurched forward. Bobby jogged back to the market and left Luis standing there with his eyes wide open and his lips parted.
Luis couldn't wait to get home and tell Jase all about this little event. The last time Luis had mentioned to Jase that he thought the Amish guy named Bobby at the Dutch market was flirting with him Jase just laughed it off, waved his arm, and said Luis was imagining things again. But there was no way he could have imagined what had just happened with Bobby Lapp.
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Chapter Two
Poor old Isabelle's jaw dropped and her arms flew into the air. She'd just opened the package with the Polish sausage Luis had bought for dinner and couldn't stop gaping at it. Jase and Hunter were outside on the patio off the kitchen getting the gas grill ready. Luis was on the other side of the center island, organizing plates and flatware to set the kitchen table. When he saw Isabelle's arms go up, he dropped a stack of white cotton napkins fresh from the laundry and jumped back.
“What's wrong?” he asked. He'd been thinking about the dining room table. Since he'd arrived at Cider Mill Farm, he'd been getting the dining room ready for Thanksgiving dinner ahead of time. There were so many people coming. He and Jase would be away from Sunday until Wednesday night. He'd decided to open the antique Chippendale table up with all the extra leaves and have it all set and ready to go before he left on Sunday. This way he wouldn't have to rush around on Thursday morning. He didn't want Isabelle worrying about setting the table. Thankfully, the dining room at Cider Mill Farm was large enough to accommodate all those people, and the reason he'd purchased the antique dining table was because it had come with thirty original Chippendale chairs. A few of his New York friends said he should have bought new leather Parson's chairs to make the table look more modern and casual, but Luis wanted it to look older and more formal. He wasn't fond of open-concept living spaces and casual dining all the time. Once in a while he liked dinner to be a more formal event, in a real formal dining room set off from the kitchen, especially on Thanksgiving Day.
Isabelle picked up the long, thick sausage and held it with both hands. She giggled and said, “Shit! I haven't seen one like this in years.” Then she looked over her shoulder to make sure Hunter and Jase weren't around and said, “Too much of this could wound a person for life.” She'd just gotten a new perm in Alaska and her puffy blond hair was teased and sprayed. She was wearing her favorite red Mickey Mouse sweat suit from Disney World, with her red and white athletic shoes. She'd also been sipping her second martini since six o'clock.
Luis laughed. “You're bad.” He was trying to remember if he'd put out the white wine glasses on the dining room table. This year he was using all the crystal stemware: white wine glasses, red wine glasses, and water goblets. He'd even set adorable little crystal knife rests to the right of each dinner plate, hoping the guests would know what to do with them. So many didn't know what a knife rest was these days. He didn't want to embarrass anyone.
“Should I just bring it out to Jase like this in one long piece, or should I cut it up?” Isabelle asked. Then she laughed and said, “Maybe I should throw it over my shoulder and carry it out that way.”
Luis smiled and sent Isabelle a glance. “Just cut it in half. When it comes off the grill I'll cut it into slices on the diagonal.” He was serving the sausage with honey mustard and sourdough bread he'd brought from New York. Isabelle had made garlic mashed potatoes and an old-fashioned iceberg lettuce salad with homemade dressing and fresh tomatoes from their small vegetable garden at Cider Mill Farm. Jase was grilling a couple of hot dogs for Hunter. Although Hunter's taste buds were more refined than most kids his age, because Luis had exposed him to so many different things at a young age, Luis knew he'd never eat the sausage.
Then Camp jumped up from the fireplace hearth and started to bark. Although he was a bald Chinese crested, he'd been groomed on Friday morning and they'd put a little blue bow in the mop of long blond hair at the top of his head. By the time Camp reached the kitchen door, Luis's twin brother, Gage, was coming inside. Gage bent down and gave Camp a few pats, then removed the bow from his head and said, “I know, buddy, you don't want that freaky little bow in your hair. I won't let that mean old Luis turn you into a freak show.”
Isabelle and Luis exchanged glances. A few minutes earlier, Isabelle had made a bet with Luis that the minute Gage walked into the house and saw Camp with the bow in his head he'd remove it.
Isabelle laughed. “You owe me a buck, Luis.”
Luis frowned and walked to the door to greet his twin brother. “I'll pay you after dinner,” he told Isabelle. He glanced at Gage and shook his head. Before Gage had a chance to step back, Luis put his arms around him and kissed him on the lips. Then he said, “I thought he looked adorable with the bow. You could have at least left it on for a few more hours.” Luis turned to Isabelle. “When we were kids, I used to put pretty little streamers on my bike and Gage would rip them off.”
Isabelle rolled her eyes and said, “Streamers on a bike.”
Gage hesitated for a moment. He tried to pull away from Luis, but Luis wouldn't let go of him. Luis ran his palm gently across Gage's hair and said, “You got your hair lightened again, didn't you?” Gage had thick brown hair just like Luis, but he kept getting it bleached in seven different shades of blond. Luis simply couldn't understand why Gage would to this to his hair. They were both so identical no one could tell them apart, yet Gage had to ruin this by dying his hair brassy blond all the time.
Gage smiled. “I had it done this morning,” he said. “I like it. And Cory thinks it's hot.”
Isabelle shrugged. “I like the blond on Gage. I think it's sexy on some guys.”
Luis frowned. Isabelle's puffy, sprayed hair was almost the same shade as Gage's: no wonder she liked it. “I just don't understand why anyone would color their hair if it's not gray. You're so beautiful with your natural color.” He ran his fingers through Gage's hair again. He really didn't get it. He wanted his strong handsome twin brother to look like he did.
Gage took a step back and said, “Well, it makes me feel good. I like it.”