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Ellie laughs. “How cute! They’re already speaking at the same time.”
“That’s right. We’re two peas in a pod.” Tristan’s voice is so filled with pride that I have to look over at him with raised eyebrows.
I don’t know about two peas in a pod, but we’ll be two humans in one hotel room tonight.
Aaaaaand I need to stop thinking about that.
A server pauses beside us, offering hors d’oeuvres. I take a napkin and a small quiche, my stomach praising me for feeding it.
“So good,” Ellie says.
“Uh-huh.” I nod in agreement.
“Hungry?” Tristan asks, amused.
“Super,” I admit unashamedly.
“Ah, another stomach monster,” Hudson says.
Lex elbows him in the ribs.
“What? Everyone knows your stomach growls like a beast when you’re hungry.”
Ellie laughs. “So true. The other day we were at a store, and it was going off like an alarm.”
“Ha, ha, funny. Let’s rag on Lex.” She tries to hold back her smile and fails.
I grab another hors d’oeuvre when a second server comes by and close my eyes as the saltiness of the stuffed puff pastry hits my tastebuds.
I should’ve had a snack before Tristan picked me up, but I got caught up in getting ready and tamping my nerves. I also didn’t want to vomit from the anxiety.
“Let’s get you fed,” Tristan laughs, pulling me toward the dining room when they thankfully announce we can go in.
“Laugh all you want. While you’re busy mocking me, I’ll eat your food.” I stab his chest with my finger.
“Not happening.” He shakes his head. “I’m protective of my food.”
“I’m quick, like a ninja.” I karate chop the air.
Tristan releases a hearty laugh, body shaking and all.
“Okay, ninja,” he teases me, doing his own karate chop.
I laugh at his ridiculous attempt. “You’d make a terrible sidekick.” I shake my head. “That karate chop was weak with a capital W.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you do yours?” He lifts his eyebrows.
I repeat my movement, fast hands tight and tense.
“Like that.” I shake my head as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
“Boom.” He does it again.
“You need more power. Like this.” I go for a third time, really getting into it.
“Ooof . . .” Tristan bends over in the entrance to the dining room, holding his stomach. “If you wanted to hit me, you could’ve just said so.”
“Oh, my goodness!” I reach for his arm. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you, but I got so into it.”
