Page 43 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“About the same as I do every weekend,” she said.

“Oh, so you’re coming back for a movie again tonight?” he asked.

There was a charming grin on his face. She didn’t know why he was asking other than he did say they should do it again.

She hadn’t expected it’d be this soon, but she wasn’t going to turn this down either.

Maybe he wasn’t as clueless as she thought he was and was feeling things out.

That was promising.

“I could,” she said. “If you let me pick up dinner this time.”

“Sure,” he said.

“How about Chinese food? I saw a place on the way to work the other day. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I turned down another street because of an accident.”

“That sounds good,” he said.

“What do you like?”

“I’ll eat just about anything,” he said.

“If I tell them anything I’m not sure what we’ll get,” she said, laughing.

“Good point. I like anything with chicken or beef, rice or noodles. Nothing super spicy. Don’t need to be burping up acid.”

She laughed. “Not good for the enamel on your teeth.”

“No,” he said, nodding with that adorable grin on his face that she fell in love with the first time she met him. “It’s not.”

“I’ll order the minute I get in the door and then get it on the way to your house.”

“See you soon,” he said, the two of them walking out of the office and pulling away.

She got to her place, looked up the menu, placed the order for three different things, then got two egg rolls.

When she got out of the shower, she saw she had five minutes left before the food was ready.

She decided to see if she could figure out a movie that might be interesting for them to watch while she waited, then left to get dinner.

Before she got to Coy’s he texted her to say the door was unlocked and to just come in.

She did as she was instructed fifteen minutes later, but Coy was nowhere to be found.

It felt odd to her and she called out his name a few times.

She grabbed some plates and set them on the island with the open containers of food and then Coy walked in with his hair wet and his feet bare.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was in the shower. When I got home I brought some wood down to the beach and set it up so we just have to light it when it’s time. Thought I’d get that ready first.”

“Oh,” she said, trying to keep her tongue from coming out of her mouth.

Good lord.

He was dressed in jeans and a long sleeved cotton shirt. Nothing that she hadn’t really seen on him before.

The fact that there was evidence of him having been naked not that long ago lit the fire in her enough that she was close to telling him they could pass on the beach fire.

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