“No, Mama.Chicken.”
“They have boneless chicken bites,” Julian said.
“Chick,” Mila said, parroting her brother, like always.
“The people have spoken,” Julian said with a smile.“What do you feel like?”
“I’d love a salad and a bite of whatever you’re getting.”
“Want to split a large, tossed salad and a small pizza?”
“That sounds good to me.No onions on the salad?”
“You got it.What do you like on the pizza?”
“Will you laugh when I say onions?”
His laughter was a lovely sound and made him even sexier than he already was.“You’re a woman of contradictions.”
“Only with onions.Cooked good.Uncooked bad.”
“Got it.”He pretended to make a note.“Anything else with the onions?”
“You pick.”
“Pepperoni?”
“That works.”
“Want me to order for us?”
She appreciated that he’d asked and didn’t just assume she’d be fine with it.“Sure, go ahead.”
When the waitress came to get their drink order, Julian asked if they had Mountain Dew.It was such a small thing, but it meant so much to her that he remembered what she liked.
“I’m sorry that we don’t.Second choice?”
“Sprite is fine,” Isla said.
“I’ll have unsweetened iced tea, please,” Julian said.“What about the kids?”
“I have drinks for them.”
“Do you want to order food, too?”the waitress asked.
Julian gave her their order and asked for two orders of the boneless chicken bites.
“One order is more than enough,” Isla said.“They won’t eat that much.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.One is good.”
“Mom’s the boss,” Theo said.
“I see that,” Julian replied.“Thanks for letting me know.”
Theo giggled at the face Julian made.
