He arched an eyebrow. Improvise, huh? He pulled down the shower curtain and wrapped it around his waist. Ooh. Chilly.
“Wow.” Race sighed. “We’ll end up paying for that.”
“I can. No biggie.” He liked this. It was clean, or he wouldn’t have done it, and he kind of made it into a modified kilt.
Very stylish.
“I should take a selfie to send War and Rye.” He struck a pose, flexing, and Race groaned.
“Give me your phone; I’ll do it.”
That was probably a bad idea. What if Race saw the texts?
But then, did they really say anything that he hadn’t said to Race’s face? So he headed back to the bed and picked up his phone to hand to Race, striking a pose.
Might as well be hanged for a wolf, right? Even if he was a bear.
“Wow. That’s impressive.”
He was not going to be embarrassed. Not. “Thanks. I try.”
Race gave him a tiny grin when he lowered the phone. “You’re welcome. Now, did we order pizza?”
“Nope.” He held out his hand for his phone. “I can do it. I grabbed a menu from the front desk when we checked in. A local place, it said.” He tilted his head. “I wonder if they have cinnamon roll knots.”
Oh, he didn’t need to remind himself of knots…
“I love knots.”
That didn’t help.
At all.
Connal rolled his eyes and nodded. “I’ll order some.”
“And some kind of salad. See if there’s one with fruit in it. Even if it’s olives or craisins.”
“I can do that.” His fingers flew. Cranberry pecan salad. Supreme pizza. Cinnamon roll minis. Not knots. Nope. For such a lean little bear, Race could eat.
He added a couple of Cokes and a portion of lasagna. He loved lasagna.
“Anything else?”
“Get two pizzas, for later.”
“Okay, cool.” He got a sausage and onion and pepperoni and mushroom. That meant they were going to be in the area for at least a day or two…
Race played information close to the chest.
Connal was becoming a master of reading Race. That sounded like it could be a band name…
He beatboxed a little, then hummed a tune, making up a song to be their theme music.
“What on earth are you doing?” Race stared at him.
“It sounded like a band name in my head, so I was making up a song to go with it.”
“What sounded like a band name?” Race was squinting now, and he kind of hated to see that expression on Race’s face because a lot of people looked at him like that. It meant they didn’t get him, and they were starting to get frustrated.
