“I can’t believe you haven’t,” he deadpanned back.
She snorted. “Greg wouldn’t have been caught dead in a place like this. Only fine-dining, five-star restaurants for him.”
“And is that what you enjoy too?”
“What? You mean restaurants where I had to put on spanx just to fit into the ridiculous outfit he would pick for me, which meant I could hardly breathe, let alone eat and then I got to spend the night watching him eat hundred dollar appetizers made of foam, while I could barely afford the breadsticks? And he would point out all the women in the room and how successful and poised they were? Yeah, no thanks.”
She’d been trying for light-hearted which was obviously a fail when he frowned. “He did what? He checked out other women? He made you pay for your meal? When you were married?”
She shrugged. “Greg liked everything to be even financially. But he made a lot more than me and he could be really petty about it. I don’t miss any of it, to be honest. Sounds silly, but it wasn’t until he was gone that I realized how utterly miserable he made me.”
“Asshole.”
She nodded, smiling as the waitress dropped off some menus and told them the specials.
“I can vouch for the double beef burger,” he told her.
She raised her eyebrows. “You do know we just ate breakfast?”
“That was hours ago. And it was just donuts. That’s really just a snack.” He grinned at her.
“How do you stay so fit?” she asked with a tinge of jealousy. He was sitting across from her this time, which she’d kind of been disappointed by, until he started rubbing his foot up and down her leg.
She’d never played footsies with someone before. It was surprisingly stimulating.
“You think I’m fit, huh?”
God, why did she have to blush so much? She glanced down at the table.
He reached over and tilted her face up. “I’m very. . .active.”
Her blush deepened even as she grinned at him. He grinned back and tapped her nose. The waitress came over to take their orders. The double burger for him and grilled cheese for her. She wasn’t really hungry.
He slipped out of the booth and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “Going to the bathroom. Stay here.”
She just shook her head at his bossiness. She was staring outside when she felt someone come up to their table. She glanced over to see a man standing close, and staring at her strange
ly. He had long, greasy hair and a nose ring. A scar ran through his right eyebrow.
“Um, can I help you?”
“You’re here with him? Duke?”
She frowned. She hadn’t seen him earlier when they’d come in. He nodded over to the helmet. “Saw his hog outside.”
“Oh, right. Do you know him? He should be back any minute.” She hoped. This guy was a little creepy.
“No. I don’t want to talk to him. You his old woman?”
“What? Uh, no.” Old woman? Didn’t that mean wife or girlfriend?
He narrowed his gaze at her then grunted. “I don’t like liars.” Then he turned around and left.
Well, that was strange.
When Duke returned, he paused at the counter and asked their waitress for something. With a smile, she handed over a piece of paper and some crayons. He strolled back to Sunny, placing the paper and crayons in front of her, this time sitting in her side of the booth.
“What’s this?” she asked, staring down at the child’s menu. He turned it over, on the other side was a picture of a gorilla holding a banana to color.