I watched silently, as he eyed me, a question in his eyes. I wasn’t about to introduce myself since he hadn’t done the same. I simply watched as he waited and then eventually sidestepped me with a young kid at his side, moving toward the exit.
“Who’s that?”
Michelle glanced at me then let her eyes fall to Diego who was busy playing with a game he’d pulled up on my phone. “I’ll tell you later.”
I nodded, getting the message that she didn’t want to talk about it in front of Diego.
I would be bringing it up again, but I let it drop for the moment.
“You hungry?” I looked at Michelle.
“Starving. Popcorn was not enough.”
“How about you, little guy?” I clasped Diego’s skinny shoulders, shaking them a little to get his attention.
He looked up at me from the phone. “Huh?”
“Hungry?”
He nodded, dramatically.
“I know the best place to get some food not too far from here.”
****
Michelle
“Your place?” I looked over, questioning Carter who had just pulled us up to his driveway.
“Best place to eat in town.”
His grin had me squeezing my thighs together but I forced myself to remember my son was in the backseat.
“Do you even have enough furniture for us all to sit at the table?” I teased.
“Hahaha, funny. Yes, I have a full dining room set.” He leaned over and his voice dipped low so only I could hear when he said, “If memory serves, you’re very familiar with my dining set.”
I lowered my head, cheeks burning at the memory of him taking me on one of his chairs after our breakfast the last time I’d been to his place.
“You are …” I hesitated.
“All yours,” he answered for me. “Hey, buddy,” he called to Diego, peering through the rearview mirror.
“Yeah,” Diego answered.
“Your mom tells me blueberry pancakes are your favorite, but you didn’t get to have any this morning?”
Diego’s little face frowned up. “No, she made me eat the waffles from the microwave.” He shook his head in disgust.
I had to shake my own head at my son. He’d said it as if I’d tortured him.
“How about we fix that? Would you like those blueberry pancakes with eggs now?” Carter questioned.
Diego’s eyes floated out the window and a pondering look crossed his face. “We can eat pancakes for lunch?”
“We can eat whatever we want. So long as mama’s okay with it.”
Two pairs of eyes shoot in my direction. One crystal blue and the other dark brown. I wasn’t strong enough to turn down requests from either pair individually, let alone together.
