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“You gave everyone the night off?”
He shrugged. “Didn’t need anyone tonight. Besides, everyone knows someone in the city who they wanted to see while we were here.”
“Except for you, Jax?” I asked, leaning forward.
Jax didn’t laugh. “I’m just doing my job, ma’am.”
“Of course.”
“Are you hungry?” Rhett asked.
“Starving. Why did I think there would be dinner there? Hors d’oeuvres do not make a meal.” Neither did platters of shrimp, which seemed to be all anyone was eating.
“No idea, but I thought the same thing. What sounds good?”
“Anything hot and ready to consume in the next two minutes.”
“Where are we?” Rhett muttered to himself. He pulled up his phone and looked at our location on Google Maps. He leaned forward toward the driver. “Do you know Prince Street?”
It was hard to believe anything open this late would be of good quality, but I was too hungry to care.
“Yes, sir.”
Rhett leaned back again, his shoulder settling against mine. “Let’s go there.”
Chapter Fifteen
“What’s on Prince Street?” Iasked, my stomach rumbling.
“You’ll see.” Rhett shot me a boyish smile, and I couldn’t help but return an enthusiastic one of my own.
He gave the driver an address and shifted in his seat, resting his leg against mine. Getting to know Rhett the last few weeks had been like slowly peeling back one tiny layer at a time and discovering that many new layers waited. He was so wonderful in real life—like so many of his characters I admired—I couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was acting, and which parts of him were real.
We moved through the city to the soundtrack of honking car horns and the driver’s muttering frustrations. When he pulled to the side of the road, I leaned over Rhett to look at the buildings, my stomach shouting for joy at the large, litPizzasign.
“Should I run inside and get your food?” Jax asked.
“No. We’ll go.”
“We’llgo?” I asked. “If your face doesn’t bring us attention, your tux will.”
He glanced at my dress. “No one will be noticing my tux.”
Goodbye, all my doubts. Rhett was most definitely flirting with me.
He opened the door and turned to help me out of the car. Was he willfully ignorant about drawing attention, though? Good heavens.
“We won’t be long,” he told the driver.
Rhett helped me onto the sidewalk, then held my hand a moment before releasing it. I had to draw a shaky breath to normalize my heart rate again.
“Prince Street Pizza,” he explained. “I stopped in here for a slice with my sister last year, and I haven’t found another place to rival it since. I dream about this pizza sometimes.”
“Way to temper my expectations there, buddy.”
He laughed. “I’m not worried about it. There’s no way you won’t love it.”
Given how many times we’d disagreed about food during our somewhat short acquaintance so far, I wouldn’t put my money on that. But even out here on the sidewalk, that pizza smelled heavenly.
