I nodded, gesturing towards the stairs.
“I’m ready to eat my own arm,” she joked.
I chuckled, trying not to stare straight at her ass as she climbed the stairs in front of me. She clearly worked out. It was a feat of willpower not to slap it.
“What are we eating?” she asked, tossing her bag onto the couch.
“Jae made pasta.”
“Is he home?”
I shook my head, pulling open the refrigerator to retrieve the leftovers. “He’s been spending all his time at the gym. They’ve only got two and a half weeks to get it ready for opening.”
“Does he already have the staffed hired?”
“Yeah,” I said, serving up food into bowls. “You want salad?”
I looked up to find Shiloh’s nose scrunch in distaste.
“What?” I laughed. “You don’t like lettuce?”
She shook her head. “Not that kind. It’s like eating grass.”
“That’s fair.”
I skipped her portion of salad and placed her bowl in the microwave.
“Any other foods you don’t like?”
Her head tilted back and forth as she thought about it. “Seafood.”
“Like fish or clams?”
“Shellfish. They’re slimy and gross.”
“Yeah, I agree with you on that one.”
“What about you?” she asked.
“Raw fish, like sashimi,” I shivered in disgust. “Jae says I’m a freak of nature for not liking it, but I just can’t with the slimy and chewy texture. I liked cooked sushi though.”
She chuckled softly and nodded, “I’ve never had sashimi, but I’ll take your word for it.”
I pulled her food from the microwave and slid it across the island.
“You wanna grab us drinks?”
“Sure.”
I watched Shiloh from my periphery as I finished warming my food.
“What’s this?” she asked holding up a pitcher in my direction.
“Oh, iced tea and lemonade.”
She nodded, putting the pitcher back. “I think I’ll just do water. Is your fridge water fine?”
I nodded, opening up the cabinet with glasses for her. “I’ll take some too.”
