Page 43 of Love Undiscovered
“Fish.”
“At least it’s not salad,” I mutter.
“What?”
“Nothing,”
“No, tell me what you said.”
“I said at least it’s not a salad,” I say.
“What’s wrong with a salad?”
“For a meal? Everything.”
“Well, not all of us have to feed that much body.” She gestures at me.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It wasn’t.”
I wish someone was keeping score here, because I should get bonus points for being so fucking patient with her.
And nice.
I’m so fucking nice.
“How about the surf and turf for two?”
“Why do we have to get anything for two?” she shoots back.
“Because we’re on a date.”
Harley interjects, “Are you guys getting a meal for two?”
“No,” Remi says at the same time that I say, “Yes.” I swear this woman and I will never be on the same page.
“Oh,” Harley says. “Well, we’re getting the chicken parmigiana and pasta for two. Alex says we’re going to reenact the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp, but only if I plan to let him kiss me on the first date.” Harley giggles. Alex preens.
I give Alex a look. Because, really dude, where’d your balls go?
Even Remi is giving him a look. He just shrugs his shoulders. Harley looks positively enchanted. I guess if nothing else, he’s totally got her number. Figuratively speaking.
“Gross,” Remi says quietly.
“So gross,” I agree.
Remi starts to giggle. It’s a lovely, light tinkling sound.
Since when did I start using words like ‘tinkling?’ And ‘lovely?’
Oh, for fuck’s sake, Bauer, where’d your balls go?
But I laugh with her anyway. I’ve already admitted I’m addicted to the sound, I can’t go too much farther down the proverbial rabbit hole now. Can I?
She gives me a look that can only be described as devious.
“Would you like to share the surf and turf for two? I can’t guarantee it will lead to a kiss, but there is something delicious in it for us both.”
