Page 14 of Teach Me to Laugh

She shrugged, but her cheeks were still pretty and pink. “It was class.”

“Really? For some reason class seemed kinda great today.”

“Could it have anything to do with it being Friday?”

Sweet heaven have mercy, the girl knows me so well already.“I’d wager that’s it.”

“I was thinking of ordering Chinese tonight.”

I raised a brow. “A woman after my own heart.”

“Quit it.” She huffed, lifting her phone. “What do you want?”

“Dinner for six.”

“Gross! We’re two people.”

“Who desperately want leftovers so they don’t have to cook for the rest of the weekend.”

“Who raised you?” Her big blue eyes were wide as saucers and her pretty pink lips were puckered in a frown I’d pay with my right arm to kiss away. “You can’t eat Chinese for three days.”

“Oh peanut, how I must teach you the ways of the world.”

“You’re a funny man, Beckett.” She shrugged and I noted she didn’t laugh as she lifted her phone to her ear. “But if the good Doctor in training wants to poison his organs three days in a row with MSG’s, who am I to stop him?”

Who was she to stop him? Well, she was probably the only one whocould.The good Doctor would do pretty much anything for his pretty little patient, but she didn’t know that.

And if she did know, would she care?

“They don’t deliver.”

“Blasphemy.” He seemed to like that word, so I didn’t quip at it. “It’s no longer the stone ages. Who doesn’t deliver?”

“Are you driving or am I?”

“We’re going together?”

“Figured we would.” I shrugged, but I could already feel my silly cheeks turning red. I truly had no explanation for why I always turned apple red around this gorilla of a man. Honestly, it was humiliating enough that I caught myself staring at him when I really shouldn’t be staring. So to have my cheeks do this funny heat thing kind of killed me a little. Just a little.

“Right, then I’m driving. No way in hell I’ll be able to fit in that thing you call a car.”

“It’s a bug and she’s beautiful.”

“It’s tiny.”

“Are you saying tiny isn’t beautiful?” I demanded, sliding my feet into my cute gray Uggs with the statement button on the side.

“Not at all.” He smirked that grin that made my belly flip and flop all uncomfortably. “Tiny looks beautiful on you.”

I rolled my eyes, playing at being unaffected. In truth, I was affected. Oh, was Ieveraffected. “Do those lines ever actually work?”

“Usually.”

Well, at least he was honest.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Come, little one,” he tossed his arm around my shoulder as he guided me from the condo and into the hall. “Let’s get a move on so we can grab our grub.”

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