“Hey, newly engaged,” Gunner says as he walks up to us, blocking my sun. “Breakfast by the pool? Romantic.” “It would be romantic if my ungrateful fiancée would stop complaining about having to pick up the check,” I say. “You just ate me out of house and home.” Gunner chuckles. “Smell that, Lindsay? That’s love in the air.” Lindsay sniffs. “Ripe.”
