Page 67 of Fractured
Garrick – Ain’t normal.
Carter – Heard him whistling when I stopped by.
Alec – Someone, send me a video next time.
Ethan – Are we sure about this?
Mommy-kins – Ethan Matthew Griggs.
Daddy-kins – Son.
Garrick – Ex-fucking-cuse you.
Carter – Yeah. What the fuck?
Alec – He’s crazy. She’s certifiable.
Alec – Perfect match.
Me – Thanks, Alec.
Alec –*wink*You're welcome.
Me – Ethan, you have no room to judge.
Me – Hush.
Garrick – Preach.
I pocketed my phone, then set the picture down and tagged my wine, then I walked to the barstool and climbed up on it.
He winked as he started the steaks in a cast-iron skillet.
“So, is this a date?” I asked him.
He flipped the steaks over, took a pull from his beer, then turned his head to wink at me, “Can be if you want it to be.”
I nodded, “Then this is a date.”
He nodded, then kept on cooking.
That was when I narrowed my eyes, “If you can cook, why are you always trying to see what I’m having for dinner?”
He chuckled, then he turned his head and smirked, “Sucks cooking for one.”
I nodded at that. Because I got it.
I only cooked because whatever I made, I ate as my lunch at work the next day.
A few minutes later, he plated the food and brought it over to where I was sitting at his island.
Then he surprised me when he grabbed a lighter and a candle, lit it, and then placed it in the middle of his island.
I giggled.
I just cut into my steak and took a bite when the flavor burst over my tongue, and I moaned.
I happened to look over at him, and saw his eyes were on my mouth, and they were heated.
