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Theo nods sheepishly, “I did.”
Hellfire. Horror to the second power.
Theo steps up to Jorge’s window and shakes his hand. In perfect Spanish Theo says, “My friend, it’s good to see you. Can I get two orders of the fish tacos and a beer.”
I am amazed, turned on, irritated, embarrassed. Too many emotions all at once. I’ll now have to drown them all in tacos and beer.
“I’ll have the chicken tacos and a beer as well, Jorge. Thank you.”
Jorge smiles and starts prepping our food. He appears to be excited to be speaking Spanish with us.
I glance up at Theo and whisper in English, “Do you speak any other languages?”
He leans closer with a mischievous grin plastered across his rosy face. “I also speak Greek.”
Of course he does. Why wouldn’t this perfect man speak three languages fluently?
Theo nudges me with his hip. “Good thing you didn’t say anything embarrassing, huh?”
Kill. Me. Now.
Is he teasing me?
I want to smack that smirk off his face. Or maybe kiss him? I need to eat immediately. Too many wild thoughts and feelings for my liking.
“Yeah,” I manage to spit out. “Good thing.”But the night is still young, I think to myself.
Jorge slides our meals out the window and before I have a chance to grab my wallet, Theo is already handing him cash and says, “Keep the change,” in Spanish.
“Oh,” I start to protest. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to,” his green eyes meet mine. “I want to.”
Jorge hands Theo some napkins. “Cate, marry him quick before he changes his mind. All the tacos you want.” He winks at me, and I click my tongue.
“Jorge,” I fuss before turning back to Theo. “If I remember correctly, I was the one who owed you tacos.”
He grabs the two paper brown bags with our food in one hand and our two bottles of beer in the other. “Next time.”
We wave goodbye to Jorge and walk toward a few tables in the park across the street from the food truck. But the bitter chill is a little more than I can handle.
I pull my jacket tighter around my body. “I don’t want to sound like a ‘Pissy Polly’ but it’s really cold. I don’t think I can eat out here.”
He stops and looks up and down the street, thinking to himself when his eyes light up. “We can go to your place. It’s right up the street, right?”
I forgot he drove me home a few nights ago and does in fact know where I live. He is going to step one foot inside my apartment and be repulsed by our sense of style, or lack thereof. It is the complete opposite of his loft.
And then there’s the naked mole rat, Mr. Whiskers, to contend with.
“Unless that would make you uncomfortable.” His voice cuts through my thoughts. Probably because I am quiet for a beat too long for his liking.
“Oh,” I wave a hand in the air. “I’m not uncomfortable. I was just thinking if the apartment was clean enough for visitors. Three of us live there you know.” I scratch my nose and he shrugs.
“I don’t mind a little mess.”
“I guess we will find out if you really mean that,” I laugh and tilt my head to the left, motioning for him to follow me home.
Chapter Six
