He grinned. “That definitely requires a high-speed escape.” He punched the button for the elevator. “Better get on quick in case they decide they want to share some more pearls of wisdom.”
The doors parted, and he gestured for me to go ahead of him. When he joined me, I got a stronger whiff of the delicious food smells.
“How was the fancy shindig?” I asked as I pressed the buttons for the third and fifth floors.
“The pay was good, and the people were bearable. Plus, the tips were better than expected.” He held up the paper bag. “That’s why I’m treating myself to pizza rolls from Massimo’s.”
I nearly groaned with longing. “Massimo’s. No wonder it smells so good.”
Massimo’s was a tiny pizza joint located a short walk away from the Mirage. Massimo and his son Luca made the best pizza rolls.
“Are you hungry?” Bodie asked. “Because I’ve got plenty.”
Even though I’d had some of Wyatt’s fries and a few crackers with peanut butter, my stomach still rumbled.
Bodie chuckled at the sound, and my cheeks warmed.
“I’m happy to share.” He met my eyes with his gorgeous blue ones. “Even happier to have your company.”
The doors opened to the third floor.
I hit the button to close them again. “Thank you.”
A few seconds later, the elevator deposited us on the fifth floor.
“Oh, hey.” With his free hand, Bodie fished something out of his pocket as we walked down the hallway. “I got this coupon for a free ice cream cone. I thought you might like it for Livy.”
Touched, I accepted the coupon. Bodie’s fingers brushed against mine, setting off a flutter in my stomach.
“She’ll love that,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound breathless. “Thank you.” I tucked it into my pocket. “You’re always so considerate.”
He smiled. “I like helping out my neighbors.” He held my gaze. “Especially my favorite ones.”
A heady warmth glowed in me as we stopped outside his door.
Once we were inside Bodie’s apartment, he set the pizza rolls out on the coffee table along with two different dipping sauces.
“How are you recovering from your Ultimate Beast workout?” he asked, fetching two plates from a cupboard and two glass bottles of soda from the fridge.
“I’m surviving, and my ankle is better.” I sank down onto the couch, not bothering to mention that it hadn’t been much of a workout.
“Gentle stretching might help if you’re stiff.” Bodie sat next tome and handed me one of the plates and a drink. “Or maybe book a massage.”
“A massage isn’t really in my budget these days.” Nothing much was.
“I hear you.” He nudged the box of pizza rolls along the coffee table until they were within my reach. Then he popped the top off his bottle of cola. “My car is pretty much my one luxury. Any other extra money goes into my savings.”
I bit into a roll and gasped as hot cheese and sauce seared my tongue. “Ow, ow, ow!” I fanned my mouth. I swallowed quickly, hoping to save my tongue but scorching my throat in the process.
“Too hot?” Bodie pressed his opened drink into my hand. “Quick. Take a sip.”
I chugged half the bottle, sighing as the pain receded.
As I handed the drink back, our fingers overlapped. We went still, neither of us releasing the drink. Bodie’s gaze drifted down to my lips.
My breath caught as he used the thumb of his free hand to gently nudge a spot just below my lip.
“Missed a drop,” he whispered.
