Page 91 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Cara unwrapped her burger. “I’m here, aren’t I? I called, didn’t I?”

She was.

And she had.

“The only thing that would make this food better is beer,” Cara said.

“I could have brought some or picked up a six-pack.” Gian set his burger and fries up in his lap. “We couldn’t have come out here, though.”

Cara shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll grab some on the way back to my place.”

“Is that the plan?”

“Yep. That’s the plan.”

“So, we’re going to act like everything is good and you didn’t run off scared?” he asked.

“We will if you stop bringing it up.”

“We are going to talk about it, mon ange. And other things, too.”

She sighed, rolling her pretty blue eyes upward at the same time. “Fine, but we’re eating first. Maybe fucking again, too.”

“I do love the way you think, Cara.”

Her smile was sinful. “I know you do.”

“And you.”

Cara glanced over at him, her eyes knowing and the silence stretching on. Now or never, he thought to himself. If he could feel it, he should be able to verbalize it. How else was she going to know the craziness he constantly felt whenever she was near?

“I love you,” he added, quieter.

“I thought we were eating first before all of that.”

They would.

Gian nodded at her food. “Eat, but it changes nothing. I said what I said.”

She wasn’t running this time.