“You’re a very lucky girl.” I blush slightly as she hands me the card. I rip into it and read Levi’s words.
I hope you enjoyed your time with Marley and your massage, Smarty. Or would you rather me call you Goddess Presley? :)
I would prefer to give you one myself, but this way, you got an entire massage. If I give you one, I would get caught up in your soft skin, naked body, and end up devouring you before I could finish the massage.
I love your body. It’s perfect.
I love your giggle. That’s perfect too.
I would just say that you are perfect (and you are,) but I want you to know exactly what I love about you. Sometimes, “everything” needs to be explained.
Your next card is at Lou’s Diner with one of the waitresses.
Forever yours,
Levi
I squeal, peck Marley on the cheek, and race to Lou’s. I make it there in record time. I rush into Lou’s and search for the waitresses. I see a few of them at their station. Thank the stars it isn’t busy, and I don’t have to chase them around the diner.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for a waitress that was given a card from Levi Carr.”
“Oh, that’s me.” It’s the shorter of the waitresses. She reaches in her apron and pulls out the card. I rip it open and read:
You were feisty that night we were here. I loved your attitude then and still do.
I love how when you make a decision you square your shoulders and lift your chin a little. Ready to face the world.
I really love that damn tiny pout of yours. Do you even know that you do that? Because I notice every fucking time and it’s adorable.
I’m forever ashamed of what I did to you, but if it wasn’t for that, we wouldn’t be here today as bad as that sounds. If it wasn’t for the guy standing behind you, I wouldn’t have had the chance to tell you everything. Every disgraceful detail. I still hate what I did, but I love that you gave me a chance to prove to not only you, but to myself, my father, and even my mother what kind of man I can be.
Enjoy lunch with your brother. He has your next card.
Forever yours,
Levi
I turn to see Trevor in the corner with a smile on his face. Not that I don’t love my twin, but I really want my next card.
“Looks like you have your work cut out for you today.” Trevor smiles.
“Just give me the card and say we had lunch.” I sit across from him.
“Nope, you have to have lunch with me. Those are the rules.” I groan. “Hey, you don’t want to spend time with your twin brother?”
/> “No, no, you’re right. We haven’t spent a lot of time together lately.” I relax as the waitress comes and takes our order.
Trevor and I begin to talk about the old days between us when we were young, before we were separated. He was always getting me into trouble, but he sees it differently. I roll my eyes at him with his silly comments on how I’m the one that got us into trouble. We eat our food and have a lot of laughs. I can’t remember the last time the two of us had fun like this. I almost forget about the cards. Almost.
“Okay, give me my card.”
Trevor chuckles as he reaches into his jacket that’s hanging on the chair and pulls out the card. Just like the others, I rip it open.
I love your relationship with McCarthy. I admire it.
I love your dedication to everything you do.
I love your sense of humor.