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“Of course it is.”
He chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”
“Did you eat it together a lot, or…”
“It was the dish she always wanted to perfect.”
“She was the cook?”
He nods.
“Oh. Is that… is there some sort of I don’t need you anymore to you learning to cook.”
“Maybe.” He stirs the shrimp. “It was more a distraction at first.”
I nod.
“I gotta eat.”
“You didn’t for a while. I thought you were gonna disappear.”
“Me too.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
His eyes fill with something I can’t place.
“I, uh, I’ve never had that problem. Of not eating when I’m miserable. If I did—”
“I don’t want to hear any more shit about how you aren’t a solid ten, Leigh. You know you’re hot.”
“But not thin.”
“Your body is perfect.”
I dig my fingers into the counter. Between the matter-of-fact tone of his voice and the freefall of discussing my mom…
This is weird.
I try to find something solid to grab onto. “I’ve always liked to eat. But I hate preparing stuff too. So I…”
“Eat nothing but street tacos?”
“Eat at restaurants a lot, yeah.” I bite my tongue. “I’m sorry, we—”
“Don’t apologize for sharing shit with me.”
“We were having a nice conversation.”
His eyes bore into mine. “We still are.”
“Oh.” The intensity of his gaze makes my knees knock together. There’s a possibility of me and Ryan. That changes everything. “What about you? Your parents cook?”
“The maid.”
“You were that rich?” I swallow hard. “Never mind, I saw your house.”
He nods. “They both worked too much.”
