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“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Or smart.Oryou could look at it like I’m supporting their business. If the power goes out, all that stuff in the freezer’s gonna go to waste.”
“I’m sure they have a generator.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t plan to find out.”
Hudson shook his head as our waitress set our drinks on the table. “So you’re on a one-man mission to save this place. How noble.”
I gulped down half of my soda, feeling better already. “You’re right. I am. Remember that the next time you have bad thoughts about me.”
“I don’t have any thoughts about you,” he said a little too quickly.
I had. Twenty minutes ago.Verysexy ones, too, not that I’d ever admitthatlittle bit of information.
“Really, no thoughts at all?” I said, smirking. “So you haven’t wished it was me that had broken down today instead of you?”
He seemed to think about that. “Now that you mention it, that would’ve been a nice role reversal.”
“And you would’ve left me stranded there, am I right?”
Hudson’s eyes narrowed. “You seem to think the worst about me, and I don’t—” He seemed to want to say more, but his mouth snapped shut and he reached for his glass. “Guess we’ll never know, will we?”
“All right, you’ve got a big order and a small table, so I’ll be bringing your food out in batches,” our frazzled waitress said as she approached with a tray of plates, effectively breaking off the conversation. They weren’t wasting any time, and for that I was grateful.
What had Hudson been about to say before he’d stopped himself, though? Once upon a time I could’ve read his mind just looking at him, but with the wall he’d put up over the years, there was no way to tell what he was really thinking. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to just tell me. Not without a pair of pliers and some duct tape.
I chuckled to myself at the thought as I squeezed out piles of ketchup, mustard, and mayo on my plate and then swirled them together with a fry. As I popped it in my mouth, I saw Hudson looking down at the plate, and it took me a second to realize why.
“You used to give me so much shit for that,” he said.
“That’s because it looks disgusting,” I said, eating another. “But it tastes fucking amazing.”
Hudson’s lips quirked, and then he grabbed a couple of fries and dipped them in the mix. “Glad to see you kept at least one good habit.”
“Jesus, you can’t help yourself, can you?”
“What?”
“I kept one good habit? What, among all of my many bad ones?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Didn’t you?”
Hudson pushed the plate toward me. “Why don’t you eat more, talk less?”
“Why don’t you stop being a controlling bastard who tells everyone what to do?” I glared across the table at him, fully expecting him to come back with some other directive that would annoy me, but he just stared right back. At least until my hunger won out and I went back to shoving as many special-sauce-laden fries into my mouth as I could. He wasn’t allowed to have any more; he could wait for his own damn plate.
As I finished off a couple of plates, the waitress came back around with more food, including Hudson’s, which would keep at least his mouth occupied.
Too bad he didn’t use it on me the way he used to, because that would’ve been a hot way to keep busy.
Uh uh. Nope. Wasn’t going there. Even if the man did have a mouth like a Hoover.
For fuck’s sake, snap out of it.The only thing I was Hoovering was this patty melt.
As I went about devouring everything on my plates, the lights flickered again, for longer this time. It was enough to have the kids in the room start wailing.
