Page 63 of Full House

“So, get both.” She gave him the look. The one where she thought he was acting silly. “What? You’re eating for two. You can have two dinners.”

“No way. That’s embarrassing.”

“Fine.” He put his breadstick down on his bread plate and took her menu, closing it and laying it on top of his. “I’ll order the lasagna and you get the ravioli, and we can share.”

Her eyes grew warm, and she gave him another fucking perfect smile. He was growing addicted to those smiles. “Have I told you how much I love you, today, Mr. Reed?”

“Not since I gave your ass a rug burn.”

She laughed, pulling back the cloth napkin and reaching into the basket for a breadstick. She took a bite. “Mmm. These are good,” she said once she swallowed.

They were. Just on the right side of doughy, warm, and slathered in butter and garlic. But nowhere near as delicious as watching her eat one.

The waiter came back with their drinks and left after taking their order all without looking at Victoria once. Nate was pleased. Until he saw Victoria’s eyes go wide over the glass of iced tea she was sipping, choking on the liquid.

He nearly leaped from his seat to help her but stopped when someone approached the side of their table and he realized what had her so out of sorts.

Nate stood, holding out his hand to the jean-clad, tattooed rocker. “Gage.”

Gage took his hand, slapping him on the shoulder with his free one. “Nate. It’s good to see you, man. What’s it been, two, three years?”

“Closer to three, I think. What are you doing in my neck of the woods? You still in Vegas?”

“We’re still in Vegas but on a mini-tour up the coast of California.” A petite blonde stepped up to his side, and Gage wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “My wife, Cassie. Sunshine, Nathan Reed.”

Nate smiled, taking Victoria’s hand. “My fiancée, Victoria Lee.”

Victoria stood and tried to tug her hand from his to shake the hand Gage held out, but he wasn’t letting go. Not a chance in hell.

Victoria gave him an evil glare.

He returned it with a happy grin.

He heard Gage’s chuckle. “I get it, man. I’d let you shake my wife’s hand, but she gushed over you for too long when your last movie came out for me to allow it.”

Nate saw Gage wince and had a feeling the small, pale hand he’d seen flash between the two, pinched him on his side. “You won’t allow it? Wait ‘til we get home and see what I won’t allow.”

“Aww, come on, Sunshine,” he gave her a kiss on the forehead. “You’re making me look bad in front of my friend.”

Cassie gave him the look—do all women have that look down to perfection? “No, you’re doing that all on your own.”

Gage chuckled. “Okay. You win.” He turned back to Nate. “We’ll let you guys get back to your meal. It was nice meeting you, Victoria.” Gage gave him a chin lift. “Nate.”

Cassie smiled, and Victoria said, “Nice meeting you both,” before the couple made their way to their table.

“I can’t believe you know Gage Hunter. How did you two meet?”

“Engage did the title track for Days Without End.”

“Oh, that’s right. You were hot in that movie.”

She gave him a wink that had his dick hardening. Fuck, he had it bad. “Are you saying I’m not hot in all my movies?”

Her nose wrinkled, and her lips twisted into a cute grimace. “I’m pleading the fifth.”

He smirked. “Oh, now I’ve got to know.”

“Corruption.”

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