Page 35 of Never Been Gargoyled
“The beans add protein,” he said seriously, like he was conducting a scientific experiment. “And the peppers provide heat to balance the richness of the cheese.”
“You're analyzing nachos.”
“They're complex.”
“They're corn chips with stuff on top.”
“Delicious stuff.” He took another enormous bite. “I think nachos might be my new favorite food.”
The pure joy on his face made my heart squeeze.
“I'll have to teach you to make them yourself,” I said.
“Would you?”
“Of course. It's not exactly a closely guarded family secret.”
After we’d finished and cleaned up, I glanced at the clock and realized it was time to get ready for themeeting with Rebecca. My stomach knotted with anxiety.
“I should go change,” I said. “The meeting's in an hour.”
Feydin's expression grew serious. “I'll be ready.”
I headed upstairs and tugged my best dress from the closet, a blue sundress that brought out my eyes and actually fit me properly. I arranged my hair in a more formal style and even put on earrings. When I came downstairs twenty minutes later, I stopped dead in the foyer.
Feydin stood by the front door wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal gray suit. The jacket emphasized his broad shoulders, and the pants somehow managed to accommodate his tail while still looking elegant. His wings were folded neatly against his back, and he'd slicked his dark hair away from his face.
He looked absolutely devastating.
“Wow,” I breathed.
He tugged at his tie. “Is my outfit appropriate?”
“You look…” I swallowed hard. “You look amazing.”
Relief flickered across his features. “Thank you. You look beautiful.”
Heat filled my cheeks. “Thanks.”
He stepped forward and offered me his arm with old-fashioned gallantry. “Shall we go?”
I slipped my hand through the crook of his elbow, trying not to think about how solid and warm he felt beneath the expensive fabric.
“How exactly are we getting there?” I asked. “We could take my car, Betty.”
“Betty? I like that.” He smiled, and something mischievous flickered in his eyes. “I thought I'd fly you to the tea shop today.”
Chapter 14
Dazy
“You want to fly me to the meeting?” I stared at Feydin, my brain trying to process what he'd said. “Like, not taking my car that?—”
“Would crush my wings.”
“But…actually fly? Through the air?”
“It's the easiest way to town.” His expression grew concerned. “Unless you'd prefer to drive?”
