Page 122 of Safe With You

I noticed.

Of course I did.

“Well?”

She swallowed. “You’re lucky.”

“Me?”

“This is sooooo good.”

“I chose the restaurant.”

“You Googled a restaurant.”

“And brought you here.”

“Do you need credit for everything?”

“Only the things I do.”

She laughed again.

I pushed my plate slightly toward her.

“You could’ve ordered potatoes.”

“I didn’t want potatoes.”

“You’ve eaten three of mine.”

“Those are different potatoes.”

“They came from the same kitchen.”

“They came from your plate.”

She smiled and stole another one, and even though I could’ve moved the plate out of reach, I left it where it was.

“My ex used to hate when I did that.”

The sentence was casual enough that it took a second to register. Luna seemed to realize what she’d said around the same time I did, but instead of retreating from it, she took a sip of her tea and looked back at me.

“Your ex?”

“Lucas.”

It was the first time she’d said his name around me.

“How long were you together?”

“Five years.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yeah.” She moved her thumb slowly through the condensation on her glass, leaving a clear path through the water beading along the side. “It was.”

I hesitated before asking the next question, mostly because I wasn’t sure whether it belonged to me yet. “What happened?”