“No,” I say, reaching for his arm. “Come in.”
Nodding, he steps into the house, and I close and lock the door behind him.
“I should have said Kolt—I mean Snapper—isn’t here.”
He chuckles. “Does he let you call him that?”
“Uh, sort of? I don’t know. He gives me a look. I try not to, but I don’t understand the club name thing, so…”
“Yeah, I get it. Well, you can call me whatever you want.”
“Grizz is fitting for you.”
He smiles proudly. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Is that why you came here?”
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Well, you could start by telling me if there’s anyone in town that delivers pizza.” His brow raises. “I’ve been craving it all day, and I was going to ask Snapper if we could order in when he gets home. Beg if I had to.”
“No need. I’ll order it for us now.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that…”
“I want to.”
“Grizz…”
“I want to, okay?” he says softly but firmly.
I sigh, tears filling my eyes.Over pizza? Lord.
“Okay.”
“What do you want on it?”
“Extra cheese.”
Chuckling, he says, “That it?”
“I’ve been on a cheese kick.”
“We’ll get two, this way, Snapper can have some when he gets home. One with extra cheese, the other with lots of meat.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve had pizza.” I drop onto the couch, putting my hand on my belly. Food is always better when it’s something you’ve been craving, and even better when it’s something you haven’t had in such a long time.
Food is a human right, yet all of mine were stripped from me, for so long that something as simple as food is now a joy.
Grizz sits on the other end of the couch, keeping some space between us. I feel him staring at me and turn my head to look at him. All I can do is smile. But he doesn’t return it. He has that serious, almost lusty, look in his eyes.
“Can I ask how far along you are?” His voice is slow, careful almost.
I glance down at my belly again, noting my hand is already on it. I do that often. Always touching it. I wonder if that’s normal.I wouldn’t know because I don’t have any friends and have never known a pregnant woman before.
“Doctor Carter thinks I’m somewhere between seven and eight months.”
“And you have the baby, at like ten months? Twelve?”
