“So, I assume none of this is your idea of a good time?”
Cat gestures to the swarm of people flooding the Las Vegas streets. She hasn’t seen this much glitter in one concentrated area since Carter had spilled three bottles while trying to make her mother’s day present. She supposes this area is known for providing a good time, and that only escalates on holidays like Halloween.
Kara shrugs. While she doesn’t necessarily appreciate how crowded everything is, she enjoys the time she gets to spend with Cat, and being allowed to come to this conference is pretty much a big deal. She says, “Well, I don’t mind. You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“There’s no high quite like being the keynote speaker at the largest journalism conference in the world,” Cat replies, a smirk sitting smugly and permanently on her lips. “So, of course I’m enjoying myself.”
“I bet.” Without thinking, Kara takes her hand and holds it.
Cat doesn’t shrug free of the casually intimate grip. “As I will enjoy just about anything for the next six hours, we might as well do what you’d like.”
“Well…”
Cat should have known better than to give Kara carte blanche control of their schedule like that, but she hadn’t thought to restrict plans from possible heart attacks. That’s how they end up at the Heart Attack Grill, with Kara three-quarters of the way through the Quadruple Bypass.
“Are you doin’ okay, hun?” The waitress looks as concerned as Cat feels.
“Could I get another order of fries?”
Cat’s eyes bulge, and the waitress staggers back. She jots the order down and stumbles back toward the kitchen. Cat leans forward.
“Kara, I don’t know if you’re aware, but normal people who look like you can’t humanly eat all that.” She stresses the word humanly and waits for Kara to understand.
Kara slows down and pats her stomach. “On second thought, maybe I should quit while I’m ahead….”
LOL can’t “humanly” eat all that I love it!!