Page 22 of Just a Friend for the Lion
“Everything good?” Carina calls from her back office.
She’s here doing the books, which is good because I suck at that.
“Fine!” I shout back like a liar. “Just thinking about, um, changing the tomatoes for good sauceconsistency!”
Sauce consistency. Lord, help me.
I turn back to the fancy computer system we now use for orders, and I recheck the screen.
Nope. No mistake.
The name is still there, blinking at me like some sort of cosmic joke.
Carter Leone.
Like a dare. Like a warning.
Or maybe like a second chance.
I mean, it’s probably a coincidence.
Totally normal for sexy, flustered men who run luxury transportation services to set up weekly group pizza nights and personally pick them up.
Definitely.
Definitely not him testing the waters to see if his ignoring our match-up onDate to Matewill affect my cooking ability.
Hint: It won’t.
I shake off my nerves.
Square my shoulders.
Adjust the boob stain for confidence.
If this guy thinks he can rattle me by showing up in person after his rejection, he has another think coming!
I might not be the mostconfident woman in the world, but there are somethings I know I do well, and pizza is one of them.
The other?Well, wouldn’t he like to find out!
“Alright, Pizza Thursday,” I mutter under my breath. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Chapter 9
Carter
Pizza pickup.
That’s all this is.
A simple new Thursday night ritual for the employees at Lion Limousines & Livery.
A chance to say thanks for another week of good work.
Keep morale up.
Feed some hungry Shifters before they start chewing the upholstery.
