“Just wondering,” I said, sipping my milkshake again.
“I’ll make you a deal.”
“Okay.”
“I drag my old guitar out of hiding, you sing for me.”
“Only if you join me,” I challenged.
“We’ll see.”
“Those are my terms,” I insisted.
Before he could agree or disagree, Peggy arrived with our food, and we got down to eating.
* * *
Jaxon
I’d never seen a womaninhale food the way Harmony did, and it was a strange turn-on for me. I’d always been attracted to women with a little meat on their bones, and Harmony didn’t disappoint.
“Do I have something on my face?” Harmony asked, dropping a fry and wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“No, why?”
“You’re staring at me.”
I smiled. “You’re easy to look at.”
“Okay, Romeo.” She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, though.”
“Honestly? I like that you’re eating like a real woman.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Her question sounded barbed, but her tone indicated she was genuinely interested. “I’ve always been a little suspicious of women who only eat kale.”
She let out a quiet but fucking adorable little snort. “I willnevereat kale on purpose. Kale is disgusting. As is quinoa, tofu, and anything gluten free.”
I grinned. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
I heard her quick inhale, then she started to cough uncontrollably and I suddenly felt like an ass. “Shit,” I hissed, sliding from the booth to get to her.
She waved her hand dismissively, holding her palm up to ward me off. “I’m okay,” she choked out, then coughed a little more, chugged some water, then coughed again. “I’m okay, Jax. You can sit down. I’m not going to die.”
I smiled. “Well, the coughing indicated there was no chance of death, but I wanted to be ready just in case.”
“Warn me when you’re gonna flirt with me,” she demanded.
“You think that was flirting?”
Her cheeks pinkened. “Wasn’t it?”
“Baby, if I was gonna flirt, you’d know it.”
“Calling me ‘baby’ isn’t really the best way to convince me you’re not flirting, FYI.”
She had me there.
