Page 13 of A Pizza My Heart

“Randy!” the woman I assume is his wife chides. “Eat your pizza and leave them be.” She peeks around her husband and smiles sweetly at Wren. “So sorry, dear. It’s his first time in public all week. He’ll quiet down now.”

Randy grumbles something I can’t quite make out, but it must have struck a nerve with Blythe because she tosses a breadstick at him and shakes her head.

Wren rights Natasha’s abandoned chair and takes a seat across from me.

“That went well.” She reaches across the table and plucks a breadstick from the basket she brought over, taking a bite and chewing before adding, “You creepin’ on the locals, Foster?”

The teasing lilt in her voice wraps around my name and not only brings back old memories, but also stirs up a few feelings in areas I shouldnotbe feeling them.

I push away the inappropriate thoughts about my best friend’s sister that are trying to creep into my head again and try to explain the mess she just witnessed.

“She lied about her age.”

“Did you ask her age?”

“No, but—”

“So, she didn’t lie.”

“Well, technically no.” I frown at the realization. “But she wasn’t forthcoming about it either.”

“That’s because no oneevertells the truth about their age, especially not on hookup apps.”

“How’d you know I met her on an app?”

“Because that’s how people date these days—hookup apps. They don’t do the normal crap, like meet at a bookstore or something cute like that.”

I shake my head. “Those apps aren’tjustabout hooking up for some people.”

“Uh-huh. Which app did you find this date on?”

“LustStruck.”

She arches a brow my way and I groan, realizing now that I look like a complete moron.

Wren laughs, and the sound is like music to my ears. It’s been too long since I’ve heard her laugh. I’ve missed it.

“It’s literally calledLustStruck,” she says. “You can’t possibly think people are on there for anything serious.”

The look on my face must be a dead giveaway that Idoin fact thinksomeoneon the app is looking for more than just a hookup, because Wren laughs even harder.

“Oh hell, Foster. You hadno idea.” More laughter. More me ignoring the way her saying my name makes me feel. “This issoyou.”

“Wren…”

“So gullible. Like that time we convinced you people could read your thoughts and you started thinking up the most random crap and having nightmares from it.”

“You know there has to besomeoneout there who can read thoughts.” I tap my temple. “Which is why I always think up random words to throw them off.”

“Still?”

“Quit judging me.”

She laughs harder and louder.

“Knock it off,” I growl. “People are staring.”

“They’re staring because your teenaged date just told the entire restaurant she could suck your dick like a Dyson and you just let her walk on out. The men are envious. The women are disgusted.”

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