“You’re right, but it’s just one dinner. No one will know.”
“I will.”
“True. I forgot how much you pride yourself on your integrity.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not.”
“Niall…”
“Just one dinner.”
“You still haven’t won the tournament, yet,” I point out.
“I know – we have a date on the cards, remember?”
“And what would you call this?”
“You can call it whatever you want.”
I sway nervously in the doorway.
“I picked it up fromThe Harbour,” he says, winking.
“I noticed. Their name’s on the bag.”
“Listen, my daughter’s gone out tonight with my sister. My parents have gone dancing, Tyler’s working late…”
“So I’m your last choice?” I ask, almost offended.
“I thought we could have dinner together, that’s all. As friends.”
“How did you know I’d be home alone? Do I really seem that pathetic?”
“No, Jordan. I didn’t know; I hoped.”
I’m as unconvinced about his words as I am about letting him in; but the smell coming from that bag has completely clouded my senses.
“Dinner. Just friends,” I warn him. “Just tonight.”
He smiles, satisfied. “Deal.”
“Hey, you have more fries.”
“No, I don’t,” Niall says, defensively. “You’ve just eaten half of yours already.”
“Are you trying to tell me I eat like a pig?” I ask, shovelling the last piece of burger into my mouth.
Niall laughs, then slides closer to me on the sofa.
“What…?”
He lifts his hand and brushes one finger along my lip: leftover sauce.
I still don’t feel entirely comfortable, so I sit, alert.
“You eat like a woman who’s hungry.”
