Clearly, no one had ever told him no before.
I laughed.
Drew gave me a look as though I’d betrayed him. It only made me laugh harder.
“Har-har, frat boy,” he retorted. “We haven’t seen your getup yet.”
“Those jeans will do quite nicely,” David said, circling around my body and making a sound of appreciation. “There’s no need for a shirt.”
“Oh, hells no!” Drew roared.
This just kept getting better.
“Well, why not?” David asked. “You married a snack. Why not brag about it?”
“T is not a snack. He’s a whole meal.”
“More like a buffet. One you just keep going back to,” David said out of the side of his mouth. Emily giggled.
My lips rolled in.
“He’s mine,” Drew declared.
Ah, there he is.My possessive bastard.
“Don’t be greedy,” David admonished.
I stepped forward just as Drew did, intercepting him on his way to do bodily harm. Wrapping my arm around him, I spun us both.
“We’re going to craft services to get a coffee,” I called over my shoulder.
“Then straight to wardrobe!” Emily called. “We’ll do the interview after the shoot!”
“Are they insane?” Drew bitched. “That man was practically drooling on your ass.”
“I didn’t notice.”
A rude sound ripped from his throat. “You were practically bursting at the seams.”
Unable to hold it anymore, I cackled. “You should have seen the look on your face.”
“You need to stop working out,” he groused. “We’re old now. You don’t need all those muscles.”
“But, baby, I thought you liked my muscles,” I bantered.
“I’d like them better if people stopped gawking at them.”
“I only notice when you do.”
He snorted. “Lying to your husband is a crime.”
“Oh, look. They brought fries.”
Drew perked up and looked to the display of fries. A fry-cuterie, if you will. It was actually really impressive. An entire wooden board covered with steak fries, crinkle cut, waffle, and even shoestring. All of them were golden and sprinkled with sea salt and garnished with parsley. Various dipping sauces in containers shaped like tires were nestled in the mounds of potato goodness, while small checkered flags on toothpicks decorated the entire board. And then, of course, in the center was a large bottle of Heinz ketchup.
“Is this heaven?” Drew asked.
How quickly he forgot about my muscles.
