starving.” Bubba sighed, but fell in beside her. “He was chopping up onions and cilantro when I left.” Mia moaned in anticipation. “Oh, good. I love them with cilantro.” “I told him to throw some cookies in the oven, too. Just in case we needed sweet after the salty.” “Sounds perfect,” Mia said, but as she and Bubba walked through the warm night, with a sky full of diamonds twinkling overhead, and a gentle breeze kissing their skin, she wasn’t thinking about nachos and cookies, or even good friends and beer. She was thinking about kisses that made your toes curl, and a man who tasted like long summer days and hot summer nights.