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I felt a pair of striking caramel eyes on me, then I looked at him, and lifted a brow.
He tilted his head to the line and lifted his own brow.
I shrugged, “I plan to eat right here. It's weird to start eating when you can’t make your plate yet.”
And then I watched as his face got soft.
So soft as a matter of fact that I wished I had permission to whip my phone out and take a picture right then and there.
One day.
That was my thought as ten minutes later, Grimm, Kettle, and Xander stood to go make their plates.
They did this mainly because they were the biggest in the club.
They also did this because they didn’t really like to have anyone in their space.
That was when I felt the corner of my mouth start to smile when Xander looked down at me and jerked his chin to the table where the food was.
I nodded, then stood and made my way to the bar top, where the food was all laid out.
I kept a considerable distance from Kettle, who was doing the same thing for Grimm.
But as for Xander... I may have felt the front of his thigh brush against the side of mine... once or twice... lawd have mercy on me.
After I made my plate, I headed to the cooler to the right of the bar, grabbed a cold beer for Xander, then a bottle of Coke for me. Locking them against my body in the crook of my arm.
“You look weird,” I said as I sat down across from Xander with a plate of food and handed him his beer.
His fork froze halfway to his mouth as he lifted his brow, “Come again?”
“Your hat is forward. It looks weird,” I told him.
Then I shit you not... the big man took off his hat and spun it around and fitted it just right.
I had to press my thighs together.
I swear I heard panties dropping all over the place by that one move.
He lifted a brow, then he asked, “Better?”
I nodded, “Much.”
Then I handed him his beer.
And I may or may not have watched beneath my lashes as he took a long pull, those throat muscles of his working... honey hush.
We both started eating.
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Me – What do you think came first? The chicken or the egg?
Xander – The chicken had to hatch the egg, and the egg had to come from the chicken.
Xander – The fuck you asking me that for?
Me – Just curious.
