“We should have just gone inside. It would have been faster,” Foxx said, right as another car pulled up behind them.
Harlow growled. “Foxx…shhh.”
“No.”
“For fuck’s sake, why?” he asked with exasperation.
The vampire let out an evil sounding chuckle. “Because I like to talk.”
“I know you like to talk. I’ve spent months trying to shut you up.”
“How’s that going for you?”
“Badly!”
“Mmm, imagine that,” Foxx hummed with a bright smile, his stupid dimples and one fang flashing. “So do you really like to read?”
“What does that have to do with anything?!” Harlow snapped. Glaring at the car ahead of the two in front of him that still wasn’t moving. What the fuck was this guy ordering? Move, motherfucker!
“Nothing to do with anything really. I’m just curious. You said as a hobby you like to read books. But I’ve never seen you read anything besides your dumb newspapers. Which, by the way, you need to recycle the ones currently piled up in the corner of the living room. The stack is like half my height. Are you keeping them for a reason, or just to clutter up my house? Toss them out or I will.” Foxx glared pointedly before his expression smoothed and his smile came back. “Anyway, back to the books. Do you really read them? If you do, what kind do you read? Unless you lied and don’t actually read books. If that is the case, I’m going to force you to read books I like. Which you won’t like, because they are gay romances. What is the truth? Do you read, or are you about to suffer the consequences of your lies, old man?!”
Gay romance novels…ugh… Thank fuck he hadn’t been lying about reading. “I’ll get rid of the papers when we get back. Happy?” he snapped.
“I’ll believe it when I see it. Now, answer my question.”
Harlow let out a sigh as the fucker up front FINALLY moved away from the order box to allow the car behind him to pull up and order. There was still another car between him and ordering, but damn, at least that one had gotten the hell out of the way. Moving the car up as far as he could, he sighed again before answering Foxx. “Yes, I do read. Not romances, but I do read. Mostly murder mystery books or true crime, shit like that.”
“Ohh, true crime?!” Foxx said with excitement. “We should watch some shows together! I love true crime!”
Harlow grunted. “Maybe…”
He supposed he wouldn’t hate watching true crime shows with Foxx… He used to watch them when he still had a house that wasn’t in pieces. Much better than the fucking dramas Foxx had been forcing him to watch.
“Okay, but when do you actually read?! Because, like not once have I even seen a book in your hand.”
“Usually, when you are in your craft room. It’s literally the only time you are quiet.”
“I’m quiet at times,” Foxx said sheepishly.
“You don’t even believe that.” He inched the car forward again, as the next car moved up to order.
“Okay…fine, you have a point. How about sometimes I come out and crochet or knit quietly while you read?”
Harlow snorted in disbelief. “To quote you, ‘I’ll believe it when I see it’. Check the board and figure out what you want.”
He eyed the thing and quickly decided what he wanted as he waited for the last car in front to move for them to order.
Foxx’s phone dinged, and the vampire pulled it out of a hidden pocket in his sunsuit. “Case info is here.”
“We can go over it as we eat,” Harlow said as he was finally able to pull up next to the box to order, rolling his window down when he reached it.
“Welcome to Jojo’s, what can I get yah?” an almost robotic male voice rang out.
“I’ll have a fish sandwich and a side salad.”
“Would you like to make it a meal and get a drink?”
“No.”
