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“Can I have half a slice please?”
“Of course.” With a quick slice, he slid a smaller piece off the spatula onto my plate and licked his saucy fingers.
I cut a bite and popped it into my mouth. It was amazing, meaty, and cheesy with a hint of flavour I couldn’t quite place. “This is good. Real good.”
“It’s the fennel.”
That’s the taste I was trying to figure out. “It really adds to the flavour.” I cut another bite and as I was lifting it to my mouth, it slipped off my fork and rolled down my chest, leaving a red smear in jagged trails across my white shirt. “Oh, shit.”
“You should wash that right away before it sets and stains.”
“Eager to get me out of my clothes, are you?” I cocked an eyebrow, testing to see how far I could go.
His phone rang, drawing his attention for a flash to the display.
“Maybe.” With a seductive grin plastered all over his whiskery cheeks, Landon rose. “Let me answer this while I get you a fresh shirt.” He tapped the answer button and slammed the phone against his ear, his voice lowering. “Hey, I’m just in the middle of dinner.”
Quickly, he disappeared down the hall, but I craned my neck to hear his side of the conversation.
Whoever he was talking to knew about me being there. There was ashe’s here now,and aI know she is,followed by aI promise I will. It didn’t make sense. When he mentioned he needed to go, I dropped back into my seat and shoved in a mouthful of garlic bread.
Still sporting a smile and no phone in sight, he returned with a grey shirt in his hands.
“It’s the smallest one I own, but it’s a favourite, so don’t spill anything on it. You’re more than welcome to wear that until your shirt dries. I’ll pop it into the machine right now. Go change.”
Whereas I was good to let the stain do its dirty work since the shirt wasn’t my favourite and just happened to be one that was clean, he was serious. Gaze focused on him, I found myself pushing out of my seat and taking his soft shirt to the bathroom, although I could’ve just changed right there in front of him. Dinner and a performance. Could’ve been fun.
However, I was going to be respectable since I needed a little more out of him than a one-night stand, so I convinced myself to do the right thing and change in privacy.
The shirt was unflattering and baggy, like three sizes too big, and it hung below my hips. However, it had a lingering scent of fabric softener and was soft against my skin, like it was well-worn and loved.
When I came back to the table, his mouth hung open just a little as he took me in.
“It suits you.”
It was a pretty basic shirt as far as shirts went, aside from the huge team logo. “Sucks that I’m not a Lions fan.”
“Too bad. You’d look great cheering for them at the thirty-yard line.”
I draped my stained shirt over the backrest and slipped back into my seat. As I crossed my legs, I leaned back. “Football was never my thing.”
Sighing, he shook his head and grabbed my shirt as he walked over to a closet where his washing machine was. He tossed it in, along with what looked like a small pile of clothes and returned.
“Seriously, you’re not a football fan? Just when I thought we could start being friends.”
“Oh, I think we’ve passed that stage.”
“Oh really?” There was a gentle, curious uplift to his brow.
“Think I’d let just anyone take me out to the middle of the open sea? I put my full trust in you, which I don’t give out freely by the way, so yeah, I think we’ve passed the just starting as friends stage.” I grabbed the salad tongs and dumped a hardy amount onto my plate. Fresh veggies were the best, and I could easily live on vegetables alone.
“We were ten miles from shore, hardly the middle.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I would never presume to assume anything. Not in this day and age.” He huffed as he dug into the salad and dropped a piece of garlic bread on top.
I gave him my best seductive smile. “You prefer it how?”
