“We’ll see,” I conceded, then changed the subject. He was right, we had so much more to find out about each other. “Now, soon-to-be-husband. What about you? Who are you when no one else can see you?”
“Boring,” he admitted, wincing. I could tell this was something he was self-conscious about. “I don’t feel like I’ve had the time to figure that out after pouring so much of myself into this company.”
“Then let’s break it down,” I said. “What’s the last movie you watched?”
“I… haven’t.”
“O-kay,” I dragged out. “What about TV shows? Everyone watches TV sometimes.”
“That one I can answer,” he admitted. “I’m a sucker forAlpha Wars.”
“Of course, you are,” I laughed. That show was one all alphas looked up to and wanted to be like. Huge, monster alphas competing to see who comes out on top.
“Oh, come on. When I was a kid, it was what all alphas wanted to be. A show where big, huge alphas fight gladiator style to be the strongest. Who wouldn’t love it? It’s definitely my comfort show that I put on when I actually have a minute for something.”
“I mean… omegas and betas probably watch for a different reason,” I teased. “Alpha in peak form and all that.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Peak physical form, huh?”
“Exactly,” I said primly, making him laugh. “All those strong biceps and big alphas. Eight-packs, not even six-packs.” I pretended to fan myself, making him scowl. Oh, it was too fun to tease this alpha.
I just wished I knew why it was so easy with him. Were my defenses down or were we just made to be… friends?
“They slick themselves down in body oil,” he deadpanned. “It’s all smoke and screens.”
“Husband, do you want to slick yourself down in body oil for me?” I asked, batting my eyes. “That would be agreatChristmas present.”
He huffed out a laugh and focused back on the road, turning off the main highway onto a country road. The gravel kicked up as the tires moved through it.
We were definitely not in the city any longer. I rolled down my window despite the cold and breathed in deep. It was clean, crisp, and fresh. The kind of jolt that brought you back to life.
This was exactly what I needed.
“Okay, serious now,” I said as I rolled my window back up and warmed my hands on the warm air blowing through his vents. “Do you read?”
“Mostly other magazines. I like to keep an eye on the competition. Plus, I read every article that goes into ours.”
“Really?” I asked, stunned. “I didn’t think a man of your status went through every issue. Don’t you have a team for that?”
“Of course, I do,” he said, and then reached over, snagging the chocolate that was headed for my mouth and popping it into his own.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to make sure it’s perfect.”
“Touché,” I said, more than a little impressed. I’d honestly pegged him as one of those rich men who delegated everything. That absolved him of the crime of chocolate theft. I snagged a fresh peice and put it in my mouth quickly this time, not giving him a chance to strike.
It was clear that Cole took his job, and his responsibility, very seriously.
“What do you eat for lunch at work?” It was a strange question, but color me curious. I wanted to know everything that made this alpha tick. Was he adventurous in his tastes? Boring? Methodical?
“I’m lazy when it comes to meal prep,” he admitted. “I get catering orders and separate them into lunches. That way I get hot food every day that doesn’t taste like garbage. Mom passed her lack of cooking skills on to me.”
“And let me guess, you eat while you work?” I asked, raising a brow. He really was every bit the workaholic his mother called him.
Cole’s cheeks flushed slightly, and I bit back a smile. He was adorable.
“Okay, okay, your turn,” he said. “What doyoudo for lunch?”
“Usually food trucks or whatever else was quick and close to the building. Then, I cooked dinner at home.”
