Bruno rolled his eyes. “Or, it could make all us childless people who hate going out to restaurants with screaming kids happier. I know that I’d pay more money to go to an establishment that doesn’t allow screaming kids to be there.”
I snorted. “Do you not like kids?”
“I like some kids.” He hesitated. “And I’m sure that I’ll like my own.”
“You’re sure you’ll like your own.” I grinned with amusement. “Yeah, but what happens if you don’t?”
“Then I guess I’d have to get used to them, because they wouldn’t be going anywhere.” He shrugged. “Yes or no on the Mexican food?”
“Yes,” I said as I walked toward him, reaching for the menu that was next to his thigh.
His very hard, very large thigh that he had one hand resting on as he leaned back against the cabinets behind him.
I licked my lips as I pulled the paper closer to me, causing him to growl.
I glanced up at him. “What?”
He pulled me close until I was between his splayed thighs.
“When you bite your lip, it makes me want to do it, too,” he grumbled.
I smiled as I glanced down at the menu.
“I want two chicken enchiladas with sour cream sauce, rice and beans. White queso. Chips and hot sauce. Oh, and an order of flour tortillas.” I paused. “And whatever kind of dessert they have.”
His smile into my eyes was enough to have my heart rate sky-rocketing.
“Are you going to share the queso?” he teased.
I shrugged. “Maybe. Best to get your own, just in case.”
Then I watched as he threw his head back and laughed.
CHAPTER 20
Panic at the disco? Grow up and panic everywhere like everyone else.
-Text from Laric to Bruno
BRUNO
She wasn’t kidding about the not sharing her queso thing.
After she consumed almost all of the chips and hot sauce, she started on the tortillas and queso before finally ending on her entrée.
I was halfway through with my food when she finally offered me what little was left in her queso.
“I’m good,” I joked. “Where are you putting all of this?”
She rolled her eyes. “My brothers and I used to compete in every way. I guess I just learned to eat a lot from a young age. I didn’t like being outdone. I’m not very good at sports, shooting, or anything really. But I can eat. And read. Two things that really shouldn’t be something I can excel at seeing as they’re both things that cause you to gain weight if you’re not careful.”
“Reading doesn’t really cause you to gain weight,” I disagreed.
“No.” She paused. “But it does cause me to sit there for hours on end, and not want to do anything. So it leads to gaining weight if I’m not careful.”
“Ahh,” I said. “I guess that I can see your point.”
She pushed some cheese onto her tortilla and shoved it in her mouth before saying, “When I was younger, my mom and dad used to think that I fed the dog my food because I always ate everything on my plate.”