Page 138 of One Bad Idea
This was true. Not only could he afford it, he could afford to have it delivered, probably on diamond plates with gold silverware.
But that was beside the point. "Yeah," I said, "but I don't like lobster."
"Uh-huh."
"I don't," I insisted.
"You liked that lobster sandwich."
I felt my gaze narrow. "It was a lobster roll,nota lobster sandwich."And yes, it had been quite delicious.
"Call it a roll all you want," he said. "It's still a sandwich."
"Well…" I hesitated. "Maybe it is tosomepeople, but so what?"
His mouth twitched. "I'm just saying, you should admit it."
"What, like I've got a problem?"
He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Not with me. I'm a fan. But hey, if you want to hide your addiction—"
"Addiction?" I sputtered.
"Yeah. If you wanna hide it, maybe you should change it up once in a while, order something else." He paused as if thinking. "Like a chicken dinner."
A chicken dinner?
Like that day of our first lunch?
At the time, I'dtriedto order a chicken dinner – not that I'd succeeded.
Oh yeah – he was definitely taunting me.
I didn't know whether to laugh or throttle him. "A chicken dinner, huh?"
He gave a tight shrug. "Just talking strategy here."
In reply, I grabbed a nearby throw pillow and hurled it toward his head. And of course, just like he always did, he batted it away without so much as a flinch.
"Hey now," he teased, "there's no need for violence."
"I'll give you violence," I muttered.
In what felt like a change of subject, he said, "So what's the deal with Hawaii?"
I wasn't following. "What do you mean?"
"You mentioned it a while back."
I tried to think. And then it hit me. During that awful conversation about transferring me to a new location, I'd made some crack about wanting to go to Hawaii.
At the recollection, my stomach clenched.He wasn't thinking that again, was he?
As if reading something in my expression, he said, "In case you're wondering, the answer's no."
"What?"
He gave me a wicked grin. "You're not going anywhere."
