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“You got plans for dinner?”
“No, why?” Marcy sets the bag on the counter and turns. “Are you cooking?”
“Not tonight. I just put in an order for takeout.” Tabby’s purring amplifies my heartbeat in my ears. “I ordered double if you’re hungry.”
A slow grin curves on the sinful lips I’ve imagined wrapped around my cock. “Are you asking me to stay for dinner?”
“I am. But if you’d rather not spend time in my presence, I understand.”
Marcy crosses the gap between us to pet Tabby, who’s contentedly cradled in my arms, purring up a storm. “I’ll stay, but only if you tell me why you didn’t come back to the reception on Saturday.”
Pain flashes through me at the reminder, but she deserves an explanation for my disappearance. “Deal.”
Grinning, she takes Tabby from my arms and nuzzles her face in the cat’s fur. I’ve never been jealous of an animal in my life, but here I am, glaring at Tabby. Marcy settles on the couch with the affectionate kitten.
I’m about to speak when a knock at the door cuts me off. This time it’s the delivery boy. I take the food, give him a little more than the cost of the meal, and bid him farewell. Burdened with two bags of takeout, I return to the living room and set them on the coffee table.
Marcy puts Tabby on the couch and scoots closer. “What’d you order? The usual?”
I arch my brow at her. “How would you know what I like?”
“Rob, seriously.” She scoffs and pulls out the container of lo mein. “You’ve been friends with my brother since I was in high school. I know a lot more about you than you think I do.”
“I doubt that.” I snort and sit down beside her.
She hands me the broccoli and beef. I snatch chopsticks off the table with a huff.
“Try me.” She opens her chopsticks and takes a bite of the noodles.
“Fine.” I push aside the broccoli, searching for the beef. “What’s my mom’s first name?”
“Martha.” She slurps down another bite. “Come on, give me a hard one.”
“Okay. My favorite sport?”
“Baseball.” She shakes her head. “You played in high school and college. Your favorite team is the Yankees.”
I narrow my gaze. Confidence oozes out of her. She’s practically gloating. “All right. I didn’t always want to be a doctor. What did I want to be before I went to college?” There’s no way she can possibly know this. I’ve never told another soul. Not even Arthur.
Marcy stops chewing and levels her gaze with mine. She holds it while she thinks. I can see the flecks of gold in her eyes. It’s taking all my restraint to not hook my hand around her neck, pull her close, and kiss the smirk right off her lips.
“A spy.”
Astonishment floods me. How the fuck...
I jab the chopsticks in her direction. “How the hell did you know that?”
“I can read your mind.” She gasps dramatically before chuckling and taking another bite of her noodles.
“No, seriously. I never told anyone that.”
“Like I said before, I know you better than you think I do.” She winks, and my passive desire increases to a simmering boil.
I stuff a piece of broccoli in my mouth. If I hadn’t been head over heels for this woman already, I certainly would be smitten now. We lapse into silence as we eat. I grab two beers from the fridge and pop the tops.
She takes one and sighs in contentment. “Thanks for dinner. It hit the spot.”
“Thanks for keeping me company.” I salute her before taking a drink.
