Page 52 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
“Put my cheese down and stop reading my labels.” Wylder grabbed the pizza and put it behind her to protect it from the health nut.
“Come on, let’s go to my brother’s place and get some real food. I promise it will be good.”
Wylder glanced at all her yummy food, wondering how best to get rid of Luke.
“Bash has just been resting a lot in bed, and Logan won’t come as long as I’m there. Maybe you can help me figure out how to get Logan to forgive me.”
“He has.” Wylder sighed, putting her precious snacks back in the fridge. “He wouldn’t talk to you if he hadn’t.”
“You know my brother pretty well.” Luke stood, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I do.” She shut her cabinet. “I’m the one he hasn’t forgiven.”
“Then come hang out at my house, and we’ll figure out a plan. I have an idea, but I don’t know if he’ll go for it.” Luke held the door open for her, and she followed him.
“All right, but you better have some decent snacks.”
* * *
Luke Cook didnothave decent snacks.
“What is this?” Wylder picked at the unnaturally bright green things Luke put on her plate.
“Seaweed salad with crunchy edamame and miso dressing. It’s healthy and delicious. Lots of iron and zinc.”
“And what’s that?” She pointed her chopstick at something that looked like sushi but not the cream cheese and fried shrimp kind she liked.
“Smoked salmon and veggie spring rolls with sesame oil.” Luke came to sit beside her at the kitchen counter. “I made it myself. Trust me, it’s so good.”
“Just so you know, your hotness level is sinking by the moment.” Wylder sniffed the seaweed that looked a little bit like green beans—if green beans came in neon colors. “Mmm, crunchy.” She nibbled at the salad, trying to be polite, though the miso dressing was more vinegar than miso.
Luke laughed. “You look like you’re being tortured.”
“You got any dessert?” She took a small bite of the spring roll. It wasn’t fried so the wrapping was all noodly-soft. It wasn’t bad. She liked the sesame sauce.
“Fruit sushi.”
“Of course.” She pulled the salmon out of the wrap.
“Not a fan of smoked salmon?”
“I like my fish cooked.” She winced. “Not that I eat a lot of fish.”
“I have some shrimp rolls if you want to try one?”
Wylder nodded. “But only if it’s cooked,” she added.
“It’s steamed.” Luke hopped up and brought her an assortment of fruit sushi and shrimp steamed spring rolls with basil.
“This is actually pretty good.”
“Thanks.” Luke shoved a huge bite of seaweed in his mouth.
“I don’t think I’m a fan of your weed salad.” She pushed it to the side of her plate, reaching for a coconut and mango sushi roll.
“It’s seaweed, not weeds.” Luke choked on his laughter.
“I heard ‘weed’ in both of those words, so you haven’t convinced me yet.”
