“What kind of food?!”, Malachi asked, incredulously, “I cook all kinds of food, little girl!” He clicked off on his fingers what he was saying, “Down home Country cookin’, Chinese, Indian, Mexican, Italian, Greek, French, Thai, Barbeque…whatever your little heart desires!”

Wiggling his eyebrows, Mal teased, “It does? How many guys do you know, naughty girl?!” Colby was fun to tease; it made him wish he’d had a little sister. Of course, he wasn’t thinking of Colby as his sister…that would be sick.

“Okay, let’s hit the Creole Creamery”, Mal decided, “Then I can drive you back and you can wonder…”, he used a high girlish voice, “…will he kiss me or won’t he?” He was teasing Colby and it was fun, but in reality, he sure wouldn’t mind kissing the cute little sophomore.