Page 170 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
I lifted my head back up. The whole table was laughing.
“Part of this place’s charm,” Rob said. “Singing birds on the hour every hour.” He unhooked his watch and then threw it on the table. “I don’t need that thing anymore. Watches suck.”
Of course.Rob was timing this out perfectly. And murderous tropical parrots were the perfect way to celebrate a proposal. The night made a whole lot more sense now.
The food came out a minute later. “Sorry about that,” our waiter said, nodding at Matt. “Patty the parrot has a certain route around the restaurant and you were in the way. We’ve never had that happen before.”
“Was I in the way?” Matt said. “Because I was just standing by our table.”
“We always suggest that our guests stay seated during the show. For their own safety.”
“I didn’t know there was a show,” Matt said.
“Oh. That’s why everyone comes here. For the parrot show and the delicious food.” He turned to the newly engaged couple. “Congratulations, you two,” Randy said. “Dessert is on the house tonight. And you know…we do weddings. You could have it here.”
Good God no.Accidentally being attacked by parrots on your wedding day did not sound like a good plan.
Rob nodded at Randy, but he didn’t say yes. I was hoping it was more of a polite nod. Not a…yeah we’ll have our wedding at the Parrot Palace kind of nod.
Daphne and Rob climbed back into the booth. They both looked so happy.
Which reminded me of how nervous Daphne had been to tell us the news. “Wait,” I said. This night made no sense at all. “Daphne said you guys had news. But she was totally surprised about the proposal. Was there other news?”
Daphne opened her mouth but Rob cut her off.
“Yeah, we probably should have warned you,” Rob said. “There were terrible reviews for the burgers here. Their beef is super rancid.”
What?I’d ordered a burger… I looked around at the rest of our meals. We’d all ordered burgers.
“I can assure y’all that our beef is not rancid,” Randy said.
Rob looked down at Daphne’s plate. “Oh, then maybe it was the turkey then. Well, either way, she can’t eat this. The pickles can’t be anywhere near her plate. And there are pickles there. We talked about this.”
I’d never seen Rob complain about any food. Or care about any reviews. It was sweet that he was taking care of Daphne though. And I didn’t want to get sick from rancid beef. Or turkey. Or whatever.
“Sorry. I’ll take it back right away.” Randy grabbed the plate.
“Wait. I’ll take them.” I leaned across the booth and grabbed the pickles off her plate.
Daphne looked horrified when I shoved one in my mouth.
So freaking good.
James laughed. “So the turkey is rancid?”
“I promise you nothing is rancid,” Randy said again. “Will you guys please stop saying that,” he said, dropping his voice so the other patrons would stop staring at us.
“Just the turkey,” Rob said with a nod and then whispered something in Daphne’s ear.
She nodded.
Screw it.I didn’t know what those two were up to. But that pickle was amazing. And I was starving. “I guess we’ll find out,” I said and took a big bite of my burger. It didn’t taste rancid. It tasted like heaven.
James shrugged and started eating too. The rest of our table followed. Minus Daphne because she’d ordered the rancid turkey meat. But I didn’t think she was that hungry. She seemed perfectly fine making out with Rob.
I took another bite and then all the lights in the restaurant turned off.
What the hell is happening now?
