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I gulp a bite of salad down. “Sure. How’s Owen?”
She beams. “He’s great. Killing it at running club. I might have a future marathon runner or track star on my hands.”
“Oh, awesome.”
“But I have another question about Cormac. And it’s none of my business, but—
“Go ahead.”
“Is he…good?”
“I told you already.”
She smirks. “You did, but a one-night stand is one thing. Night after night is the real proof.”
My lips slide into a smile before I can stop myself. “It’s better. Every single time. I’m not sure how he does that. But something about it…” I flush warmly just thinking about Cormac in bed. “I can’t explain it.”
Her smirk grows smug. “I can.”
“What is it?”
“Love.”
I roll my eyes. “Cut that out.”
“Can’t. You keep bringing it up.”
I kick her shin under the table, which only makes her laugh. “You’re a brat.”
“I’m not the one who is pretending not to be in love.”
“I’m not pretending anything. It’s just that…I’ve never been in love before, and I don’t think I know how.”
“Oh, Lily,” she says sweetly and gives my hand a squeeze. Her head tips to the side and with all the kindness of a Disney princess, she adds, “You’re a moron.”
I laugh hard. “Gosh, here I thought I was getting some kind of sympathy.”
“Come on. You have been in love before.”
I frown, lost. “Huh?”
“Your restaurant.”
My first instinct is to roll my eyes at her. But she’s not completely wrong, either. “I’ve wondered about that more than I care to admit.”
“The problem with loving your business is that it can’t love you back. But that’s not an issue with Cormac. By his mood, I’d say he already does.”
“Okay, let’s not speculate on him. Let’s work with the ingredients we’ve got here and now.”
“Sure. You can’t stop getting all lovey every time you talk about him.”
I nod once. “Counterpoint, I am not sure I can love a person. I was good at loving my restaurant, and that may have left me unable to love anyone else.”
She snorts a laugh. “Whatever you say. But when you talk about him or the sex, you’re practically having a hot flash right in front of me.”
“Counterpoint, that’s just hormones and they don’t count as feelings. I think.”
“You’re just fighting me on this to be stubborn. You know I’m right or you wouldn’t object so hard.”
