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“I’d sleep out here.”
“I’ve been known to nap on this couch on more than one occasion. Especially during football season.”
“I don’t know how you guys practice for so long in the heat. It must be brutal. Just being out there when we’re filming the footage is miserable.”
“It’s never easy to deal with, but after the first week of camp, my body adjusts and I get used to it.”
“Used to being miserable?”
“Wait a second,” he says, dramatically turning his head from side to side. “Did you just joke with me?”
“Nope.” I press my lips together and shake my head.
“Watch out. Before you know it, you’ll be laughing and smiling.”
“You seem pretty sure of that,” I counter, but he could be right. Aside from the conflicting feelings brought on by the whipped cream licking, being here has been surprisingly enjoyable.
“I’m one hundred percent confident I’m right,” he states.
“Why’s that?”
“You and I have chemistry between us. We feed off one another, and our bantering comes naturally.”
“Who says it’s chemistry? Maybe I’m just that funny.”
“No. You’re not,” he deadpans.
I pretend to laugh before scooping more ice cream into my mouth.
“What’s your favorite meal?” he asks, dragging the tip of his spoon through the hot fudge. He slides the silver utensil between his lips.
I shrug. “I love Scarlett’s lasagna, but how can I pick just one thing?”
He pulls the spoon from his mouth, licking his lips. “That’s easy. Chicken Parmigiana. Done.”
“That’s your favorite?” I ask.
He nods. “I could eat that every night and not get sick of it.”
“I don’t know if I like anything that much. I need some variety.”
“Does that mean you date a lot of guys?” he asks.
“I thought we were talking about food.”
“We were, but it made me wonder if you need variety in all aspects of your life.”
“No. I don’t. I’m a one-man woman and I expect the same from my relationships.”
“As you should,” he says.
“Do you know your body count?” I blurt out the question without thought, and instantly regret asking.
His dark brows leap upward. “As in the number of women I’ve slept with?”
I roll my eyes. “No, as in the ones you’ve killed.”
He smiles. “Okay, I’ll admit, you might be a little funny. And my body count is somewhere around nine.”
