Nope. Just efficient.
I'm smiling at my phone like an idiot. I need to stop.
But before I can put it down, another message pings.
Lunch is on its way. Should arrive in twenty.
I stare at the screen, my mouth falling open.
I didn't order lunch.
I know. I did. You forget to eat when you're busy.
My fingers hover over the screen. And wouldn’t you know that my stomach picks that second to start growling? I run a hand over it, still smiling like a loon when his next message comes through.
It's from that Italian place you like. The one we passed on our run with the good carbonara. Just eat it.
How do you know about the carbonara?
Warmth spreads through my chest. I try to ignore it. I did point out the restaurant. Guiseppe’s. He was panting so heavily, I didn’t even think he heard me.
But he remembered.
Thank you.
I type the words, then delete them. They’re too… sincere. So I start again and land on something a lot closer to home.
Fine. But I'm not admitting this is thoughtful.
Wouldn't dream of asking you to.
Twenty minutes later, the carbonara arrives at Jayne’s desk. My mouth waters as the smell reaches my office. Jayne brings the bag in to me and dangles it in front of her.
“You never order lunch from here. You can’t eat big meals during the day because they make you too tired and sluggish.” She lifts an eyebrow. “Lemme guess… you didn’t order it.”
I swallow my snarky reply and grab the bag. Heat rises in my cheeks, but I can’t stop smiling.
So glowy.
I eat every bite.
Luna calls a few hours later.
“Tell me everything,” she demands before I can even speak. “I want details. Descriptions. Possibly diagrams.”
“Hello to you, too.”
“Hi, yes, love you, now tell me about the hot husband you're living with.”
I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, so ready for a nap after my delicious surprise lunch. “There's nothing to tell.”
“Liar. I can hear it in your voice. Something's happening,” she insists.
“Nothing is happening.”
“Have you kissed him yet? Like, really kissed him? Not the bullshit wedding kiss.”
I pop up in my chair, her words like a record scratch sound effect. “Luna.”
