Page 18 of Fear of Love
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I can’t do a nice thing?”
“You? No.” I sent him a look. I could count on one hand the amount of items he’d been nice to me over the years.
“We can go to Rick’s,” he suggested.
Damn it. He knew one of my weaknesses. From the first time Josie took me there, to one of the best food trucks in Toronto, I was hooked. I didn’t know what the guy did, but he had the most incredible hamburgers and fries.
“I promise I’ll behave myself.” The corner of his lips twitched like he knew he got me.
Shifting on my feet, I mentally went through the pros and cons of going to eat with Landon. Aside from the fact we were never alone together, what would we even talk about? My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since early this morning.
Landon let out a huff as if holding back a laugh. I glared down at my body—traitor.I wasn’t about to say no to food, though.
“Fine,” I relented.
“Yes?”
“Yes.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “But you’re paying.”
“Deal.” His lips widened into a grin. My breath hitched at the sight. It wasn’t often Landon smiled, but when he did… Damn, it was out of this world.
“Um, I’ll meet you there?” I forced my eyes away from his mouth and tried to ignore the way it made my stomach flip.
“Yeah. Let me tell Emily and I’ll be there,” he promised.
With an awkward half smile, I turned on my heel and headed for the door. I glanced over my shoulder briefly and found Landon staring after me, wiping his hand across his mouth. Ignoring the tingling in my lower belly, I left the ice rink, wondering what the hell I was doing.
“Boss Lady!”Rick’s loud voice boomed from inside the food truck parked outside a Kmart. I grinned up at him through the little window, his hulking frame taking up the entire space.
“Hey, Rick.” Rick came across as intimidating with his wide shoulders and serious face, but the guy was such a sweetheart.
“Haven’t seen ya in a little while.”
“Been busy with work,” I said, which earned me a disapproving look.
“You work too much, little lady.”
“I know, I know.” I waved him off.
“What can I get ya?” he asked.
“I’m actually waiting for someone.” I glanced around the parking lot, silently wondering where Landon was. Rick’s wasn’t too busy since it was only a little bit after four thirty. The place would be packed in another hour.
After our article about the food truck came out about a year ago, the crowds that flocked to eat Rick’s food tripled in size. So much so that Rick was considering opening a second truck.
“Oh.” Rick raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued.
“It’s not a date.” I quickly added.It wasn’t. It was a… I don’t even know what it was, but it certainly wasn’t that.
“Mmhmm.” He didn’t seem convinced.
His eyes flicked behind me a second later before another voice entered the conversation.
“Sorry I’m late,” Landon said. “Had a parent who stayed and wanted to talk.”
“It’s fine. I haven’t ordered yet.”
“Hey, Rick,” Landon greeted. I didn’t miss the way Rick looked back and forth between the two of us, a slow grin taking over his face.
