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“How big are Christian’s feet?”
“You didn’t look for yourself?”
“I would not peep on the guy you’re sleeping with.”
“His feet aren’t private?”
“They certainly are.”
I had to laugh. “Fine. I don’t know for sure but they look gigantic. And he’s definitely built to scale. But the Mastersons are all freakishly large. Jimmy is tall but he’s not a brick wall.”
“You’re the freak who is apparently a size queen. I’m good with normal sized males. Especially if they’re growers. Is he single?”
“No idea, but he tried to flirt with me until Christian growled at him.”
Mickey waved a hand. “You’re as good as off the market and looking isn’t a crime.”
“Good thing because you’d have been locked up years ago.”
“I’m far more selective than you give me credit for.” She tapped her long purple fingernail against her mouth. Only Mickey could navigate a busy afternoon in the bakery with those nails. “Did you tell your boyfriend where we are?”
“Maybe.” I grabbed my phone and swiped the screen to find Christian had texted just two minutes ago.
Christian
I’m outside.
My head whipped toward the window. “Did you see him?”
“He parked his truck and got out to stare at you through the glass while he talked on the phone.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip as I tried to watch him stride into the chicken joint without making it obvious I was watching him. My hair slipped down over my brow, allowing me to surreptitiously check him out as he pulled open the door and looked around before making a beeline for our table.
“Ladies,” he said smoothly, stopping beside us. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”
“No, she was just killing time with her bestie while waiting for you.” Mickey rose and saluted. “Nice to formally meet you, Christian. I enjoyed Honey’s cliffs notes but it’s always nice to scope someone out in the flesh. Not that we haven’t seen each other around.”
“I haven’t seen you as much as I’ve heard you.”
Mickey’s slim dark brow lifted. “Opening shot fired. I can’t say I’ve heard you as I didn’t even know you spoke. I thought you usually let your bush peeping up at the Lookout do the talking for you.”
I exhaled. “Michaela—”
“Full name again? Jeez.” She held up her hands palms out. “I’m gone. Have fun, you two. Don’t go up to the Lookout.”
“Why, don’t want us to get in trouble?”
“No, I don’t want to see you there. See ya, Hon.” Mickey wiggled her fingers at me before grabbing what was left of the bucket of chicken and taking off.
Christian stared after her. “Couldn’t leave me just a single piece of chicken.”
“You could get a single—”
“Nope. We have plans. You good?”
Since my plate was now empty without even a crumb, I grinned. “Yeah. I just about licked the plate.”
He smoldered at me again, something he was exceptionally gifted at. “Wish I’d seen it. Hope you have some appetite left.”
