By the time I was finished, his smug look had vanished. “Here ya go,” I said, pushing the plate to him that held Grilled Eggplant and Peach Caprese. “Try that.”
He looked at me warily. “Did you just make this up? Or is it real?”
“What? You don’t think it looks good?”
His big hand rubbed across his mouth. “Yes, but I think you’re messing with me.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “Really? Care to make a little bet?”
My boyfriend was gleefully smug. “What are the stakes?”
“If it’s not a real recipe, then you don’t have to eat it.”
He smiled and moved closer. “And if it is?”
I licked my lips. “If ya find the recipe online, I get to plug ya and edge ya for an hour.”
Carson’s breathing hitched as his eyes stayed focused on mine. His warm breath coasted over my damp lips. “That doesn’t sound like a losing proposition.”
I leaned in to rub my nose along his. “I never said what I was pluggin’ ya with.”
As he leaned forward, I stepped back. Picking up his phone, I handed it to him. “Go ahead. Search it up.”
Licking his lips, he went to it and opened the internet browser.
“Grilled Eggplant and Peach Caprese,” I whispered to him.
I knew the moment he’d found the recipe. His eyes widened, and his breath hitched. His face spread into a beautiful grin. He was like a kid in a candy shop.
“It’s real.”
I bit my lip and nodded. “It’s real.”
Carson tossed his phone onto the bar and slammed his mouth onto mine. Our tongues tangled as we worked at removing our clothes.
“Bed. Now,” he grunted.
I reached for the plate and made sure there was nothing Allister could get into. We’d need fuel for what I had in mind for him. But just as we turned to go up the stairs, his phone rang, and his dad’s name appeared on the screen.
We looked at each other, then at the ringing phone.
“Are ya going to answer it?”
He looked pained. “I have to.”
Nodding in agreement, I set down the plate and ran my hands over his hair. Carson picked it up, then swiped to answerthe video call. Too bad I couldn’t do anything about the beard burn.
His father came into view but didn’t look quite like himself. Carson must have noticed, too.
“Hey Dad, is everything okay?”
He smiled. “Yes, yes. Hope I’m not interrupting your Sunday, but I was trying to get in touch with Colin. Have you seen him by chance?”
I popped my head into view, forgetting to check my hair. “Hello, George. How are you?” I glanced around for my phone. “I seem to have misplaced my phone.”
His smile brightened a bit. “It’s fine, but I need to speak with you regarding your fine from the league.”
A cold chill ran down my spine as he glanced at Carson, then back at me. “If you want to talk privately, you can call me back.”
