Page 50 of Incurably Cupid

He chuckled.

Mesmer knocked at my door and I moved to answer it. He was dressed in the dark jeans and long-sleeve shirt we’d purchased for him, with a dark jacket over it and his sensible boots that I loved so much.

“You look nice,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. I was trying to be pleasant, but not irritatingly so. And I definitely didn’t want to endure more of his 'at least friends' conversations.I planned to keep all of our communication today well away from anything evenhintingat relationships.

A cupid could only handle so much before she considered stabbing people.

“You do too.”

I looked down at my dark ripped jeans, red shirt with flutter sleeves, and black chucks.

“Thanks. ”Okay, moving on. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

He nodded, and I locked up, leaving Leo to his hacking.

Lance was waiting out in the hall. Mesmer carefully settled into the chair, and we were off.

“There are two restaurants in the main part of the hotel, but only one of them serves breakfast," I said.

He shrugged, seeming deep in thought. “Whatever sounds good to you. I need to eat more. My body's using a lot of energy trying to heal.”

Good point. Strangely, I hadn’t thought of that. Although I was one of the lucky ones that fae healing potions worked on, and he wasn’t, so...

“Are you paying today?” I clumsily tried to tease. Man, I was a mess.

He blinked at me, then chuckled. “I guess you haven’t checked your wallet recently."

I stopped walking. “What?” I squawked, glaring at him as I fished my wallet out. “What did you do?”

He managed to look innocent while I unzipped the pouch, only to find several crisp hundred-dollar bills. I gaped at them.

“When did you—how did you?—”

He shrugged. “I had some money on me. When I came to rescue you, I had an idea we might need some cash, so I had Lance take me to a bank before we got here.”

I zipped my wallet shut. “You didn’t have to pay me back,” I said.

He gave me a pointed look. “A gentleman doesn’t let a lady pay for his things.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I thought you were a gargoyle.”

His lips twitched. Shaking his head, he turned back around as we continued toward the restaurant.

At the restaurant, I decided to get an omelette again, like last night, but I chose a different kind, one stuffed with avocado, sausage, bacon, ham, and all kinds of veggies, mostly peppers and onions. I also got a huge side of hash browns and a chocolate milk.

Mesmer ordered two meals: huevos rancheros and an omelette like mine. We ate contentedly for a while, not speaking.

After breakfast, I was craving something sweet. Pixies were the true sugar fiends, but we cupids weren’t far behind. There was a reason people gifted chocolates on Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t saying some Cupids had used their invisible powers to coerce their assignments, but the booming chocolate industry spoke for itself.

I winced. Maybe booming a little too much, considering scientists believed cocoa plants might go extinct within the next twenty-five years.

“Do you want something sweet?” I asked Mesmer. “There’s a chocolatier shop a few doors down.”

Mesmer, busy polishing off his second meal, hesitated. “I don’t think I’ll have room for anything else after this.”

Understandable. “I’ll just run over while you finish.”

Mesmer paused. “Now?”

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