"Excellent choice," Konnor parrots under his breath. "Excellent. Choice. Of water."
I laugh too loudly, then lean across the table towards him. "Konnor. Stop it.”
He leans in, too. "I'm just saying. It's sparkling water. We both ordered water. He didn't tell me my water was an excellent choice."
Oh, my God.I cover my smile and shake my head. "Your waterisan excellent choice, baby.” It’s not bourbon—I know it’s hard for him topeoplewithout bourbon.
"Thank you." He sits higher and straightens his cutlery. "See, was that so hard?"
Sebastian returns with the sparkling water, sets it down, and finds my eyes before he goes.
Konnor lifts his menu, holding it slightly higher than necessary so I can’t see his eyes. "Can I ask you something?" he says from behind the it.
I try not to giggle. "Yes.”
He drops the menu and leans across the table again, and we must look like teenagers pretending to be adults. "If I asked Sebastian here to describe my water again, do you think he'd do it with some enthusiasm?”
"Konnor, he's just doing his job."
"He's doing his job for you specifically."
"That doesn't make sense."
Amusement and severity move through his green eyes. "I want you to know I'm being extremely mature about this. Not a fucking psycho at all."
"You're doing beautifully."
"Thank you." His eyes drop to my breasts, and he groans, curling his fingers into a fist on the table as if they need to be entertained so he doesn’t grope me in this fancy,normalrestaurant. "You look incredible, by the way. Sebastian can't take his eyes off your tits."
"Should we have him describe them with enthusiasm?"
"I'll fucking blind him.”
Straight-faced, I reach across the table and confiscate his cutlery, setting them beside mine.
He laughs. "Should have said that when I picked you up, but I was distracted byhowincredible you look. Seriously, incredible. I need to…processhow incredible you?—”
“Are you ready to order your meals?”
“GoodGod, man.” Konnor slumps back in his chair at the second interruption and crosses his arms over his chest, large biceps straining in his nice black shirt.
“I’m ready!” I chirp quickly, glaring at Konnor to remind him where we are. I wrap my hand around my water glass. “I’ll have the gnocchi with the creamy sauce.”
“Excellent choice,” Konnor announces loudly, and I try not to spit out my water.
Sebastian lifts a brow. "And for you, sir?"
Konnor grins up at him with the full force of both dimples. "I'll have whatever she's having, because I haveexcellenttaste."
Sebastian's smile twitches, one brow moving for a second with confusion, before he schools his expression and tucks his stylus into his pocket. He lifts both menus from the table in a single, efficient move and turns on his heel.
Konnor watches him go. "I'm not threatened.”
"I can see that.”
"I just want to be clear."
"Crystal."
