Page 137 of One Bad Idea
Still, it didn't feel that way. It felt like something else. I just didn't know what.
And maybe, neither didhe.
Chapter 50
"Favorite food," Jaden said.
Isodidn't want to say. With Jax out of town, Jaden and I were lounging out on the back patio of their beachfront mansion. It was a Friday evening, and we were watching the sun glimmer off the water.
In reply to his question, I tried for a casual shrug. "I don't know. I like lots of things."
He gave me a look. "You are so full of it."
I tried not to laugh. "I am not!"
"Yes, you are. You just don’t want to admit it."
"Admit what?"
"That you've got a thing for sandwiches."
Okay, I did like sandwiches. In truth, I'dalwaysliked sandwiches. When I was a kid, I'd been all about the peanut butter and jelly. But over the past few years, I'd branched out into all sorts of things – ham and cheese, pastrami on rye, turkey clubs, and the occasional meatball marinara with double parmesan.
Just thinking about them now made my mouth water. Trying not to show it, I said, "Yeah, I guess they're okay."
"Just okay, huh?"
"Yeah. Just okay."
He leaned back on his chaise lounge. "Oh, sothat'swhy you make me order them."
I rolled my eyes.Like I could "make" him do anything.
Still, I knew what he meant. We ordered takeout all the time, even from places that supposedly didn't deliver. And Jaden almost always let me choose the restaurant.
And now, I didn't know what to say. In truth, Ihadbeen picking a lot of sandwich places.
When I said nothing in reply, his eyebrows lifted. "Unless you're doing it forme."
I laughed. "Oh, stop it.You'rethe one who makes me pick."
He gave a low scoff. "That'll be the day."
"What do you mean?"
"Like I can makeyoudo anything."
I gave a little start. This happened a lot, where he'd say something that I'djustbeen thinking – except that he'd have it all backwards, directing it at me instead of at himself.
As far as the sandwiches were concerned, I hadn't even realized I'd been going so heavy on them until today, when he'd started giving me a hard time about it.
Funny, he wasalwaysgiving me a hard time.
And now, he was looking too darn satisfied for his own good.
I tried to glare. "What'sthatlook for?"
"I'm just saying, we can order anything, lobster if you want."
