My stomach curls. It’s not even what he said. It’s his voice. It’s deep and sexy, and it pulls on memories I don’t want to think about.
I laugh it off. “Are you going to be a dick about this for the rest of the trip?”
He just chuckles, bringing his hand down on my ass with a light smack. “Let’s go eat.”
“What are you getting?”Matt asks me, looking up from his menu.
“I’m not sure. Everything sounds good. I can’t decide between themasala and the korma.” I scan the list of vegetable curries, half tempted to order one of everything because I’m starving. “But the palak looks good too.”
“Get one of each. We can share. Should we get some appetizers too?”
“Jesus. I have a dress I need to fit into in a few days,” I say with a smile.
“I’d be okay if it split open.”
I lift a brow at him. “Yeah. ’Cause that’d be sexy.”
He chuckles. “Skin is skin, baby.”
I laugh as my phone lights up and Matt’s dings.
It’s Cole. We started a group chat with him last week, and he’s been more lively than we expected.
Cole
Are you in Switzerland yet?
Matt starts typing, and I wait anxiously for his text to come through even though he’s sitting across from me.
Matt
Yep. Just sat down for lunch. What are you doing?
Our server comes by and Matt orders an appetizer, four different curries—some with meat, some without—naan, and extra rice.
Cole
Watching TV. Grandma’s making me French toast and Bill’s cooking bacon. Did you see the Matterhorn?
Matt
Sure did. I’ll send you a pic.
A few seconds later, the picture Matt took earlier of the Matterhorn comes through.
Cole
Cool! Will you buy me something?
Matt
What do you want?
I lean back and fold my arms, watching him stare at his phone. He’s smiling, just faint enough that he probably doesn’t even realize it.
He glances at me. “Sorry, babe. I should put this away while we eat.”
I shake my head. “No, you shouldn’t. It’s Cole. Not work.”
