Page 35 of The Nicest Thing
"Ah," I said.
"Seems like your girl's not just a writer," Wyatt said and threw her a wink."She cooks too."
"I was telling them I only know how to make like three things," Rose said.
"And I said that's three more than me."
The way he smirked at her was pissing me off.
Parker looked to me expectantly."So can we have some?"
"Of your girl's cooking," Reyes put in.
I shook my head slowly and grabbed Rose's hand."No, whatever's in there, she made it for me."
"Ah come on," Wyatt said."Sharing is caring, bro."
Looking from Rose to him, I said, "I don't like to share."
They laughed, throwing colorful commentary my way, as I hustled her up to my room, but whatever.Arnold was leaving as we walked in.He gave me a salute, and I made a mental note to thank him again.Inside, I shut the door and took a deep breath.When I turned, Rose was standing next to my bed, biting back a smile.
"What was that?" she said.
"Nothing," I said.
"You don't like to share?"
"Not when it comes to you."Rose blinked at my deep tone, and I added, "So, you going to tell me what smells so good?"
Shaking her head, she released a quiet laugh.
"It's chicken empanadas," Rose said."My grandmother's recipe.I know you love Spanish food, and I wanted to say thank you.For last night."
My brow furrowed."Told you already.That's not necessary.I wanted to come."
"Still."
When I didn't move, she lifted a brow.
"If you don't want them, I'm sure Wyatt would—"
My hand shot out, and in two steps, I had the container in my grasp.I ripped the top off and stuck an empanada in my mouth whole.Rose watched with her jaw hanging as I chewed, but I struggled not to let my eyes roll back.
"That's so good," I groaned after swallowing.
"Thanks," Rose said.
"Seriously, this is the best thing I've ever had in my mouth.The guys aren't getting any of these."
"Finn…"
"What?I'm greedy.I'm not sharing you or your food."
I thought she'd laugh, was sure she would.When the sound didn't come, I moved my eyes back to her and noticed her grimace.
"What happened to your hand?" she asked.
I followed her gaze."Ah, it's fine.Just a little bruised after catching that ball."
