Page 87 of The Good Luck Cafe
“Good to know.” He leaned forward and reached a hand toward her face.
Moira’s smile dropped quickly.
“You have a little…”
“Oh. I have chocolate on my cheek?” she asked, trying to brush it off herself. “Did I get it?”
Gil shook his head. “You smeared it. Here.” He brushed his finger over her cheek, trying to get it off for her. Her skin was soft and touchable, and he loved the fact that he could touch her now. “There.” He lowered his hand.
Moira looked at him strangely for a long moment. Then she reached for her drink and pulled it closer to her but didn’t take a sip. Her vibe was suddenly guarded.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She nodded. Then she quickly shook her head, looking increasingly flustered. “That’s how he was able to get me to leave the table and drug my drink. He pretended like there was something on my cheek. Felix.” She visibly swallowed.
Gil’s mouth dropped. “Moira, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Of course you didn’t. And I know you would never put anything in my drink. It just…I don’t know. The moment just hit me weird, that’s all.”
“Well,” Gil said, “just so you know, I’m not pretending. You actually do have chocolate on your cheek. You’re a mess, to tell the truth,” he teased.
This made Moira smile. Then she blew out a breath. “My secret is out. Do you want to break up with me now?” she asked.
“If you’re trying to get rid of me, you’ll have to try harder than that.”
“I’m not. I’ve decided that I like having you around.” She took a sip of her drink.
“You do?”
“Mm-hmm.” Picking up one of her chocolate puffs from the plate at the center of the table, she held it out to him. “I’m even willing to share my treats with you.”
“Wow. That’s serious.” Gil leaned forward again to take a bite of the chocolate puff she held out. Just as he was about to taste it, Moira brushed it over his cheek.
“Oops.” Her giggle turned into a full-on laugh.
“Accident, huh?” Gil asked. “And to think I tried to help you get the chocolate off your face. A future mayor should always be presentable.”
“So should a current mayor,” she teased.
As she was laughing, Gil lifted one of his chocolate truffles and swiped it over her chin. “There. We’re both unpresentable now.”
“No, you did not,” Moira said on a small laugh, raising her chocolate puff again.
They stopped laughing when the shop’s owner, Jana, walked over. She stood at the head of their table and looked between them. “No food fights, you two. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a couple of teenagers in here.”
Gil looked at Moira. “What can I say? Moira makes me feel like a teenager again.”
“Aww.” Jana shook her head. “That’s sweet. You have a keeper, Moira. You also have a lot of chocolate on your face right now.”
Moira reached for a napkin. “Sorry, Jana. We got a little carried away.”
“No problem. I’m just happy to see you two enjoying yourselves. It appears the town’s Most Eligible Bachelor is off the market. I wonder who Reva will pin the title on next.”
Gil shrugged. “My condolences to whoever it is. You’re right though. I’m definitely off the market.”
Moira handed him a napkin and laughed. “And also covered in chocolate.”
Gil wiped his cheek and then lowered the napkin. “Okay, so tell me the truth.”
