Their home didn't clear out until mid- afternoon and they were exhausted. However, since Stevie had already assured Donna and Becky that they would do dinner, there was no getting out of it... no matter how many times Lindsey begged her to just stay home. They're our friends, she had repeated it a hundred times, even though they had seen them that morning. He didn't make sense to Lindsey, but he went with it.
"Honey?" Walking down the hallway, Stevie followed the sound of him strumming the same soft melody over and over again. Getting him away from work felt like she was trying to pull teeth sometimes. "Knock, knock." She smirked when she finally found him in the living room.
He was already dressed and ready to go- after she had made a huge deal about not being late. She was the one running behind, like usual.
He gave her a soft smile as he set his guitar back on the rack. "Are you ready?" He stood up, grabbing his jacket off the back of the leather couch to throw it over his shoulder.
With a little nod, Stevie dusted a piece of lint off the front of his shirt. "Which heels, honey?" She paused, motioning towards the floor, and doing a little dance. "I couldn't decide between the tan or the gray." Stevie had spent the last twenty minutes walking back and forth in front of the mirror with two different shoes on and at one point, she thought she didn't like either.
"Well," he stepped back, eyes traveling from her feet, right back to her brown eyes. "I think you should wear them like that." He shrugged, a gentle laugh following his words.
Rolling her eyes, she reached out, using his shoulder to keep herself steady as she pulled both heels off. "I think I'll wear the tan ones." She knew better than to ask him for fashion advice... the man wore the same five pair of jeans for every occasion.
"Yeah, I was thinking that too." He wasn't, but it sounded good.
"Mhmm," She nodded softly, leading the way to the front door. "Did you-"
"Yes, I talked to the housekeeper this morning after breakfast." He held out her jacket, waiting patiently for Stevie to slip her arms in.
Sitting down on the accent chair, she slid her feet into the heels. "I was going to ask if you opened the garage door." She chuckled, shaking her head lightly.
"I did that, too." Lindsey shifted all his weight from one foot to another and suddenly, she realized that something else was on his mind.
She could tell by the look in his eyes and the fact that his mood had shifted after everyone cleared out.
"You're the best." She patted his chest as she moved around him to get outside.
He followed close behind, watching as she kept pulling her dress further down and also trying to give their neighbor a little wave before they climbed into the car. "Oh, don't ask Scotty about his job search, okay? He might just bring it up himself, who knows." She had to remind him, only because she was worried that he'd ask Donna's husband if he wanted to mow their grass again and she was positive that a fifty- five year old man didn't want to earn thirty bucks that way.
"Got it," he was distracted and not just because he was trying to back out of driveway without hitting the mail box for the third time that month.
She flinch when he slammed on the breaks, cursing under his breath before they finally made it out into the street safely. "You did good." She assured, reaching over to rub his leg. "Also, don't ask Donna about the kids... the younger one, the one that used to steal newspapers, he's suspended again." She held up her hand, rolling her eyes. "I don't want to upset her." She had listened to her friend complain about it for days- it was tough, but not something she wanted to hear again.
