Page 46 of Bound By Fate
“What do ya want on it? Pepperoni, mushrooms, sausage, black olives…” His words cut off as he started laughing all the while looking at me. I had no idea what he was laughing about.
“Hairs.” Remy clued me into what was wrong. That darn wig. Rolling my eyes, I took it off my head, fluffed my hair, and put it back in Remy’s room.
“So funny.”
“Babe. It was.”
Babe. Why did he call me that sometimes? Or beautiful? I loved when he called me Wild Kat, though. He’d say I was a wild cat, but I didn’t feel that way.
Shaking my hair, I made my way to the kitchen island. “I’ll eat whatever you two like.”
“Well, she likes pepperoni, and I like everything. I can get Remy a small one and then we can share the big one. So what do you like on it?”
“Everything sounds good.” And it did. I wasn’t trying to yank his chain or anything. It was really true.
“Katie, you can get whatever you want.” He tried again, and I let out a huge huff of air.
“Growing up we didn’t have the luxury of ordering pizza. Everything we ate was handmade and in very large quantities. Most of the time it wasn’t so good. So truly, I’m happy with everything.”
“Whyz youz has noz peezza?” Remy asked, and I bent down to her level, looking her right in the eye.
This was seriously a job for Ensley to tackle, but I proceeded. “When I was little, my mom and dad wouldn’t let us have pizza. But that was a long time ago and,” I put some extra emphasis in my words as I said, “tonight we get to have it!”
Remy eyed me curiously. I swore that kid was sharp as a tack, even with her speech delayed.
Once she let me out of her stare down, I scooped her up and started tickling her belly. Her laughter was from the angels.
“Everything and pepperoni. Got it,” Dryerson said with a smile in his voice.
“My card is in my purse right here.” I nodded to the other end of the island.
“Good place for it. Don’t need it, though.”
“I’m the one babysitting. I should pay.”
“And I’m a man. Whenever there is food, a check, or us together, I pay.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
He held his arms out wide, giving me a beautiful look at his broad chest. Punishment. That was what this was. Not the penance I talked about before. This was torture because I knew what that chest looked like with nothing covering it.
I knew how his touch felt on every part of my body. I knew how he tasted, and it was good.
Closing my eyes for a moment, they popped open when he said, “Get used to it.” I felt my eyes narrow on him. Seriously. Did he just say that?
“Seriously?”
He relaxed his arms as he pulled out his cell phone and called the pizza place in town. I listened to him order and he added breadsticks, mozzarella sticks and pepper poppers. We were definitely going to have enough food for the night.
He turned his phone off, saying, “’Bout twenty minutes. What should we do?”
As soon as he asked, I really wanted to stuff a sock in his mouth.
“Watchis Twollz!” Boom. I knew it was coming, but a small sliver of me wished she’d turn her love to something else. But it was Trolls.
“Great…” Dryerson said, not really feeling it either.
But what she wants she gets. Trolls it is!
