I guess I could be glad that I’d slept in because the menu had shifted to lunch, and I ordered myself a large fry, a burger, and a large box of nuggets. The milkshake? That was purely for comfort.
Things felt like they were finally looking up.
Until I turned with my tray.
And there he was.
Harrison.
My husband.
Whose last name I didn’t even know.
I didn’t even try to silence the growl that bubbled up and burst out of me.
“Are you following me?” I snapped, walking closer.
“I was here first,” he said, waving at his tray.
“Men like you don’t eat fast food. You were waiting for me.”
“Men like me?” he asked, head tilting to the side.
“Oh, don’t give me the offended look. Guys with five-thousand-dollar suits and six-figure engagement rings.”
Speaking of rings.
He had the matching platinum wedding band on his finger still.
“Why are you wearing that?” I snapped, dropping my tray onto his table and glaring at his hand.
“The ring?”
“Yes, obviously, the ring.”
“Because I’m married now.”
“Oh, God,” I grumbled, melting into my seat when my legs seemed to lose all their strength at once. “So, you’re just… crazy. Great. Fantastic. I’m married to a crazy guy.” I stuck a too-hot fry into my mouth and glared at him.
And Harrison?
He had the audacity to smirk at me.
“Are you always this cheerful in the morning?”
“You should count yourself lucky that you’re not melting in a bath of lye this morning,” I mumbled to myself.
“Where would you get lye around here?” he asked, unbothered by the threat of murder.
“I have my ways,” I said, my lips curving up ever so slightly.
“I bet you do,” he agreed, his eyes warm. “Well, I will leave you to your… impressive meal,” he said, his gaze scanning my tray.
I said nothing as he got up, taking his tray with him.
Though I maybe did turn to watch him clear his tray and walk out.
It wasn’t my fault the man was so damn attractive.
