Page 37 of Breaking Hollywood

“Sure I will. I’m a grown-ass man, Speedy. I can take care of myself.”

“Just can’t get out of the tub on your own,” I tease.

He tears off some bread, dips it into the soup, and puts it in his mouth.

I watch as he chews.

“This is good,” he says, a moan of appreciation in his voice.

And it’s embarrassing how much I light up at the compliment.

“It’s just soup,” I say, downplaying it.

“It’s good. You made this?”

“Yep.”

“I’ve never had homemade soup before.”

“Your mom not a cook?” I ask.

“No.” His abrupt answer tells me not to ask anything more.

“Both my parents are chefs. They have a restaurant. Jayce and I were cooking before we were walking. The soup is just a quick, basic meal. I’ll rustle you up something a little fancier tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it.” He meets my eyes for a brief moment before he goes back to eating.

“Right. Well, if you’re okay, then I’m gonna go. I need to pick up Sunny.”

“Sunny?” His brows draw together.

“My car.”

The frown quickly turns into a smile. “You named the golf cart Sunny?”

“Don’t start,” I warn him, pointing my finger.

He grins. “As if I would ever give you grief about naming your golf-cart car Sunny. I mean, that’s totally normal to name your car Sunny.”

“You’re a big jerk. And I’m going.” I get to my feet.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Speedy.” He laughs. “Take my car. It’s getting late. Pick Sunny up tomorrow.” He grins.

“I don’t want to leave her there overnight.”

“I’m pretty sure she won’t get stolen.”

“I just need my car tonight. Thanks for the offer though. I’ll just grab a cab, get my car, and then go home.”

“Get Harry to call you a cab when you get downstairs.”

“I’ll order an Uber. It’ll be quicker. You got your cell phone?”

“Why?”

“So, I can put my number in it in case you need me.”

He hands me his cell, and I put my digits in his Contacts.