Page 21 of Inked Devotion

“Good for me.”

The place wasn’t too busy, as it seemed everybody who was waiting out the storm was at the hotel and not eating yet.

“Party of two, please,” Benjamin said as the hostess looked at him. She didn’t spare me a look.

“Of course, you and your wife can follow me.” She gave him a once-over and then headed towards a back booth.

I gave Benjamin a look, and he shrugged.

“She was just testing the waters to see if you were available,” I mumbled under my breath.

“I figured that, but I’m not in the mood for random sex with a random stranger at a Tex-Mex place in the middle of nowhere.”

“At least I know your boundaries,” I said with a roll of my eyes.

“Thank you,” Benjamin said as we got to the booth. He put his hand on the small of my back, and I raised a brow as he helped me sit down.

“My wife and I appreciate it.”

I held back a roll of my eyes again as the hostess walked away, a bit sulky.

“She didn’t even look to see if we had rings,” I teased.

“We’ll just make do.”

“Okay, husband, let’s see if they have nachos, now that I’ve talked about them enough.”

He snorted, set his stuff down on one side of the table, and scooted into the booth. It was a round booth, so we were sitting pretty close together, but not necessarily so much that I could feel the heat of him.

Thank God, because tonight was going to be awkward enough.

A waiter in black pants and a black T-shirt with the restaurant’s name stitched on his chest came over, a pen behind his ear and a pad of paper in his hand. “Welcome. Can I get you guys started with some margaritas?”

I looked down at my phone and shrugged. “Liquid dinner with our actual dinner?” I asked.

Benjamin shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

“That sounds great.”

“Two margarita house specials coming up.”

“What about your nachos?” Benjamin asked, and I held back a smile.

“We have four kinds of nachos. My favorite is the shredded chicken with the green salsa, with guacamole on the side.”

My stomach grumbled, and Benjamin snorted. “That sounds like a winner.”

“We’ll get that set up. When you take a look at the menu for your entrée, know that we’ll be here with the best food you can get around the area.”

“That sounds like a promise I can’t wait to taste.” I cringed as he walked away.

“That didn’t even make any sense.”

“Was that you trying to flirt?” Benjamin asked.

I kicked him under the table. “You’re a jerk.”

“Yes, totally. What can I say?”

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