“An only child just assumed I had siblings?” I raise my eyebrows, teasing her.
“Yes, and I bet I’m right, aren’t I?”
There’s that fiery girl who has been missing since we got in the car this morning.
“Yes, you’re right. I have six siblings actually.”
“I can’t believe your mom gave birth to seven kids.”
I laugh as I place my hands on the table and fold my fingers together. “You can count. Good.”
She narrows her eyes at me, shaking her head slightly. “Yes, I can count.”
I pick up my beer and take another drink, realizing just how much I’ve missed this side of her.
“Then your mom only gave birth once?” I tease.
“Ha-ha.”
Our waitress brings bread and butter to the table. I open the black cloth wrapped around the warm deliciousness and hand her one. “Please don’t say you’re one of those girls who doesn’t eat bread and butter.”
“Did you forget you gave me a muffin earlier?” She takes the bread from me and places it on her plate, then lifts her knife to get some butter. “I ate every crumb of that.”
“Oh yeah. Did you think I missed you picking up the crumbs that fell on your lap and sticking them in your mouth?”
“Just like I didn’t miss you licking the little bottle of whiskey.”
“Hey”—I hold my bottle up to her in cheers—“good to the last drop.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Zoe
No. No. No. He is not supposed to be making me laugh. I am not supposed to think he’s cute from the way he just cheers’d me, and I was definitely not supposed to replay him licking that bottle over and over in my head throughout the entire flight.
I stick the bread in my mouth and glance around the place, needing to see anything but him right now. I quickly realize that was a mistake because David’s ex-love interest is coming directly our way again.
“Here, sweetie. I remember you liked crab cakes, so I put in an order for you,” Leslie says as she sets the plate down on the table.
David grins up at her. “Thank you!”
I watch as she winks and gives a little bump of her hip toward him before she walks away.
“Oh, she’s got it bad!” I tease.
He closes his eyes, seemingly embarrassed by the entire situation, which is endearing.
“Hey, don’t let me get in the way of your fun. We have separate rooms. I’ll just make sure I’m not directly next to you.” I reach for my fork. “I will, however, take full advantage of the food she brought you.”
I sneak a bite of the crab cake without asking for permission.
“Help yourself,” he taunts me.
With a mouthful, I reply, “I will.” Once I’ve swallowed the yummy goodness, I motion to him. “You should try it. I highly recommend.”
“Oh, do you now?” He laughs, then takes a bite. “Yeah, not bad.”
“But seriously, you guys should hook up tonight. Why not?” I shrug as I steal another bite.
