She pulled open the freezer door to offer her stash up to Bax.
“Frozen dinners?” He sounded appalled. Why did he think he had any right to be appalled?
Blah, he didn’t have to sound so judgy about it.
Bax’s body was his temple. He wasn’t the rocker who required specific kinds of candy in his dressing room. No, he required some green juice stuff that looked disgusting and probably tasted like cucumbers and beets.
Courtney preferred frozen dinners and cereal and the occasional can of SpaghettiOs.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re always so critical. Have you considered… not?”
He scowled, grabbing another box of cereal to peruse the ingredient label. “I was checking into a hotel when I got told I couldn’t. Now I’m here, I’m hungry, and there’s no food.”
“There’s food.” She gestured to the menagerie of cereal and frozen options.
“That’s not food.” He put the box back on the shelf.
Technically…
“They sell it at the store, people put it in their bodies, it keeps them alive, thus that makes it food,” she countered.
He pinched his lips to the side.
Yeah, she felt that same way.
“I don’t eat in much,” she said in defense of herself. “When I do, I keep what I like on hand.”
“I’ll order something.” He reached for his cell and thumbed open the screen. “Something edible.”
She grabbed it from his hand. Really, she didn’t expect he’d let her take it, but his reflexes must’ve been off because of the whole breakup thing.
“You can’t order asyou, because then someone will know you’re here.” No one could know he was there. Which was why she’d moved her car out of the one-car garage that came with the place, and he’d pulled his car inside to be tucked in safely where no roving paparazzi could happen upon it.
She wasn’t that altruistic, but she was the one who would deal with the fallout once the photographers found Bax and started weaving stories together that were entirely untrue.
“Okay, then you order in.” He pointed to his phone.
The club would’ve been so much more fun.
“What do you want me to order?” Because actually she’d been looking forward to dinner out with her girls and not eating frozen dinner either.
“I don’t know. You stole my phone. I can’t search to see what’s open.” Now he was just being difficult.
“I don’t trust you with your phone right now. You’ll probably just call the paparazzi and tell them you’re here to spite me and make my job harder.” That was the God’s honest truth, she would not put it past him.
“Yeah. Probably,” he conceded, rolling his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Bax.” She squinted her eyelids into slits. “Don’t be difficult about this.”
He didn’t respond.
“Please,” she added for good measure.
“I decided something today.”
“Oh?” She didn’t like the sound of that one teeny tiny bit.
“I’m ready to be done with the whole fame thing,” he said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looking like a puppy she’d just kicked.
