“Charlie Davenport does what he feels like doing,” Charlie said somberly.
“That’s the truth.” Agnes’s eyes sparkled and Gavin suddenly felt like an intruder in this whole game.
This wasn’t really about Molly getting her car fixed or Ollie getting his stunt camp ticket. This was about two people finding happiness.
His gaze slid to Molly.
He’d been so intent these past months since Dakota left to get himself back on track before opening up to anyone else again. But here he was, back on track. And there was Molly, searching for happiness.
Agnes and Charlie made a hasty exit, leaving only Gavin and Molly on the livestream.
Molly went along with it, saying her goodbyes and turning her full attention to Gavin. Funny thing about that—he liked it. Liked her attention. Liked her giving it all to him.
“What’s your signature meal, Gavin?” Molly asked. “What will you be making me?”
Gavin didn’t miss a beat as he said, “Well, I know you love meat. You’re definitely a carnivore.”
Huh. That sounded slightly dirty.
“Sometimes.” Molly tilted her head from side to side. “I’ve been known to enjoy a good hamburger.” She said it like it was their own inside joke. Which, to be fair, it was.
Should he go all in? Yeah, he was going all in. “I think I’d make you my special sausage.”
He intended the double entendre, but he did actually have a Cajun spiced sausage and rice dish that was pretty edible.
This was one of the few meals he cooked himself. Though he worked in the food industry, he was more of a takeout kind of guy versus a cook-at-home style chef. But the one thing he did know how to make? And make decently well?
Cajun sausage and rice.
He probably should’ve clarified, but it was more fun
watching Molly open and close her mouth like a guppy searching for oxygen.
“Your sausage?” she asked.
He nodded like he did not know what he’d just said and how it could be interpreted.
He’d gotten to her. And he liked it. He wanted more of it, more of her.
He wasn’t supposed to want more of her. Wasn’t supposed to want to kiss her for real.
A guy on a relationship diet did not fall for his fraudulent—no, wrong F-word—fake girlfriend. Yet, he was sort of mid-fall with no idea what to do about it.
Molly stared at him a solid three beats. Apparently, talk of sausage was what it took to make Persona-Molly get quiet.
Three beats was all he got, though, before she went all in and laid down her cards. “Tell me about your sausage, Gavin?”
Oh, he’d tell her. Dammit, no he wouldn’t.
Relationship diets never involve sausage! “Well, it’s sausage. Pairs well with rice.” She nodded. “Go on.”
“I serve it at night, usually. But sometimes I get a little wild and serve it for lunch.”
Molly licked her lips. “I cannot believe you are going there right now. Your first time on the show, too.”
She gave a sly wink at the camera.
That’s when he realized that relationship diets were highly overrated.
