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“To be determined. You kind of make it easy.”
Not sure what she means by that, but okay.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Get me the soup of the day.”
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. It’s soup. I’ll like it.”
“Okay?” I slide out of my chair, pulling my gaze away from the length of her throat when she lifts her arms above her head in a stretch. “Anything else?”
“They have a good copycat pink drink here. Can you get me one of those too?”
I make a face. “Pink drink?”
“Just ask. They’ll know what it is.”
I nod. “All right then.”
Ordering her soup is easy enough, but the look the waitress gives me when I ask for Mackenzie’s “copycat pink drink”—that I could have done without. I bring it all back to the table and set it in front of Mackenzie, who looks delighted until she notices I haven’t gotten anything for myself.
“You’re not going to eat?”
I shake my head. “I ate at home.”
“I think you’re behind on the concept of a date.”
“That’s an understatement,” I tell her truthfully.
She smiles around the straw of her drink. “Oh, right. I forgot who I’m talking to.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, not sure why, really. “This is new for me.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s fine. All my dates in the last good while have been unwanted, so I’m not that much better off. Don’t worry about it.”
“Have they really been so bad that you would agree to something like this?” She looks at me with one raised brow as she opens the lid of her soup container, so I add, “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Awful,” she says. “I’m talking real bottom of the barrel stuff here. My last date? He asked me if it was true that shifters had ahalfwayform.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Like”—she grimaces, remembering—“he wanted to know if I could keep the ears and tail if we were to... you know...”
It only takes me a second. “Gross.”
She laughs, taking a careful slurp from her spoon before humming in content. “Beef and barley. Yum.”
I’m still curious as to what her story might be, but I get the sense she doesn’t want to elaborate, since... Well, she doesn’t.
“So,” she says instead. “What do I need to know about you? Give me your top five most important Noah facts.”
“Top five?”
“I’m sure you have at least five.”
I frown at the table. “I’ve been an interventional cardiologist for the last three years.”
