“Lunch.”
She watches me with curious eyes as I unpack it all.
“You could have said you were ordering in. I just had noodles,” she complains.
“I didn’t.”
“But you’ve—” I look up just in time for realization to hit. “He didn’t,” she gasps.
“I’m pretty sure he did,” I confirm.
I search the bag for a note or something to tell me I’m right, but there isn’t anything. Just dish after dish of food.
“How much does he think you eat?” Sienna asks.
I shrug, gazing down at all of it.
There’s grilled chicken with potatoes and veggies, a quinoa salad, two bread rolls, and best of all… a slice of gooey chocolate brownie.
“I guess this is a normal-sized lunch for a hockey player,” I mumble, remembering how much he ate last night.
“It’s crazy,” she breathes.
“Grab a fork. There’s enough to share.”
She shakes her head.
“Come on,” I beg. “I’m never going to eat all this alone.”
“I’ve got a client. What’s left, you can have later. It’ll save you cooking.”
Or spending money on food…
Unable to argue, I stab a baby potato with my fork and lift it to my mouth. I’m about to pop it in when Sienna speaks again.
“Taking you for dinner, buying you coffee, and bringing you to work. Lunch delivery. I’m pretty sure you’re already dating this guy, Bea. Maybe you should message him and show your appreciation.”
“You shouldn’t be encouraging this. I’m going to get my heart broken.”
“Or maybe you won’t,” she supplies before she flees the room, leaving nothing but silence and racing thoughts in her wake.
My stomach churns, but it’s not enough to stop me from finally eating the potato. I need food, and I need it now.
“Owmygod,” I mumble as the fluffy potato explodes in my mouth with a fusion of garlic, herbs, and butteriness.
I quickly go for another before pulling out my cell.
The second I wake it up, I find the note I was searching for in the bag.
Baby Daddy: I hope you enjoy your lunch. Be a good girl and eat it all up.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, squeezing my eyes—and my thighs—closed as the memory of him breathing that in my ear all those weeks ago hits me like an eighteen-wheeler.
Bea: Thank you. It’s delicious.
My message is read immediately, and I can’t help but wonder if he was waiting for me.
Baby Daddy: You’re welcome. I hope you’re resting.
