Page 89 of Unraveled

“I could have brought some or picked up a six-pack.” Gian set his burger and fries up in his lap. “We couldn’t have come out here, though.”

Cara shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll grab some on the way back to my place.”

“Is that the plan?”

“Yep. That’s the plan.”

“So, we’re going to act like everything is good and you didn’t run off scared?” he asked.

“We will if you stop bringing it up.”

“We are going to talk about it, mon ange. And other things, too.”

She sighed, rolling her pretty blue eyes upward at the same time. “Fine, but we’re eating first. Maybe fucking again, too.”

“I do love the way you think, Cara.”

Her smile was sinful. “I know you do.”

“And you.”

Cara glanced over at him, her eyes knowing and the silence stretching on. Now or never, he thought to himself. If he could feel it, he should be able to verbalize it. How else was she going to know the craziness he constantly felt whenever she was near?

“I love you,” he added, quieter.

“I thought we were eating first before all of that.”

They would.

Gian nodded at her food. “Eat, but it changes nothing. I said what I said.”

She wasn’t running this time.

“What do you want, red or white?” Gian asked, holding up two bottles of wine for Cara to choose between.

“I thought we were grabbing beer?”

“We are, but you like wine more. Which one?”

Cara eyed the two bottles and said, “Which one do you think I’d prefer?”

“The red for tonight. White for a meal.”

“Lucky guess.”

“Or I pay attention,” Gian replied just as fast, slipping the bottle of white wine back on the shelf. “Red wine is good for rich dishes, too, you know.”

Cara crossed her arms as she rounded the corner of the aisle, plucking the red wine from Gian’s outstretched grasp. “How can you say you love someone when the only thing you’ve ever done with them is fuck?”

Gian cleared his throat, glancing at a customer in the next aisle who looked their way. A simple glare from him sent the patron heading in another direction, fast. Then, his gaze was back on hers, the intensity pinning her in place.

“You know that’s not true,” Gian muttered.

“What—that all we do is fuck? It’s very true.”

“Wrong. We do a hell of a lot more than that. I can’t help that all of the things we do happen to get mixed up in the fact we like to fuck a lot, Cara.”

“Well—”