Claim My Baby (Crescent Cove 2)

“Disgusting.”

I snagged a piece of pineapple to go with my forkful and chewed with a smile. “How would you know? You still won’t try the wonders of my fruit plate.”

“It’s a texture thing.”

“And yet you’ll eat grits.”

“Only Angelo’s grits. Which reminds me.” He flipped over his menu. “I have been dreaming about his kitchen sink omelet.”

“Kinda lame dreams.”

He glanced over the menu. “I can’t have dreams about you naked all the time.”

“Har-har.”

He winked at me and I tamped down the hormones prepared to leap across the table.

Sage came over with a grilled cheese sandwich and slid it in front of me. In her other hand was a pot of coffee. “What are you having, Seth?”

I frowned. “I didn’t order this.”

Sage put her hand on her hip. “That fruit thing isn’t going to hold you over for the rest of the day.”

“Thanks. My ass won’t thank you, but I do.”

“Your ass is just fine.”

“Sure is,” Seth agreed.

What the hell was up with the comments? He didn’t notice my ass.

Did he?

I shook my head and peeled the triangles apart as the lava-like mixture of cheddar and muenster that spilled onto the plate made me moan. Cheese was my downfall. I could pretty much give up anything except that.

Noticing Seth’s smirk, I dragged my fingertip through the cheese and brought it to my mouth. “What?”

“Should we leave you alone?”

“Fine by me. We’ll live happily ever after, won’t we, you gooey piece of perfection?”

Seth shook his head. He flipped his mug right side up on the saucer. “I’ll just have coffee.”

“You sure?” Sage asked as she poured.

“Yeah. I really want that omelet, but it’ll have to wait until next time.”

Sage nodded. “You got it.” She glanced at me. “I got Mrs. Diggs.”

“Oh, crap. I forgot.” I swiveled to give the older woman a smile.

“No worries.”

“She wasn’t mad?”

Sage shook her head. “Too busy staring at this one’s ass.” She nodded at Seth.

He waggled his eyebrows.