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Only, today had proven that I just needed to walk away.
“Sure thing,” he said. “Who gets the appetizer?”
Well, since Frederick was the one to eat it since it was fuckin’ cornbread, and I didn’t like cornbread…
“His.” I smiled sweetly at him, then handed him my card.
When I turned back to survey Frederick, he still had that last bite on his fork, as if he was contemplating letting me have it if it would help get me out of the mood I was in.
Spoiler alert, it wouldn’t work.
“Want it?” he asked, holding the fork out.
I shook my head resolutely, waited for him to finish his bite, then said, “It’s been fun, Fred. But I gotta be honest. I don’t feel any sort of connection to you. Honestly, you just annoy me.”
Frederick’s mouth dropped open, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what I’d just said to him.
There was a low chuckle behind me, but I didn’t look back to see who I’d amused.
“What are you talking about?” Frederick asked, sounding bored. “You love me.”
I snorted. “Uh, no. I don’t. But it’s been fun.”
The waiter came back with my card and the receipt. I signed, then got up from my chair.
“Where are you going?” he asked. “You’re not going to talk about this with me? I let you have the more comfortable seat!”
I nearly rolled my eyes.
“No,” I said as I left.
Or tried to.
Because the moment I turned to make my way through the maze of tables past the bar, I came to a sudden halt when my gaze lit on a familiar man blocking the majority of the walking space with his big, muscular body.
The man who’d done the winking earlier in the day was at the bar right behind me, a stack of pancakes on his plate.
“Do you share meals?” I asked curiously as I came to his side.
He snorted. “No. Never. I like food.”
Same, man. Same.
Relief hit me. “Thank God.”
He offered up a bite of pancakes, which happened to be the very middle, and I don’t know what came over me.
All I could think about was how badly I wanted that bite off his fork… So, I leaned over and took the bite.
My eyes stayed connected with the gorgeous green eyes that reminded me of the tall grass field next to our house that my dad refused to plant or let cows graze on because it was so gorgeous in the middle of spring.
So, so green. Green for miles.
My lips closed over the fork, and I groaned.
“Gosh, that’s good.” I pulled back, licking my lips.
Those beautiful, grass green eyes sparkled as he said, “Sure is.”
