Page 19 of Ice Darling
His hand curves over my waist, and he draws me up to a sitting position again with the ease of the mother who scooped up her baby.
My glare darkens. “I had it.”
“You’d have been there all day.” He stares at my arms. “Why are you so frail? Don’t you eat?”
“I’ll have you know that Idoeat, andthatis considered skinny shaming.”
His lips twitch again.
I’d scold him for laughing at me, but I suddenly can’t focus because his eyes are shifting in color like pure magic.
I thought his eyes were brown—a light brown, sure, but definitely on that spectrum of the color wheel. But I see I was wrong. His eyes are hazel, and right now, with the sun pooling through the window, they’re leaning more toward green than brown.
Whoa.
Against my better judgment, I get curious. I wonder what color his eyes are when he laughs? Or when he’s wearing green. Or when he kisses?
Kisses?
Renthrow’s staring right back at me, and I catch the moment his gaze drifts down to my lips.
My heart thuds faster.
What…what on earth is going on right now?
“Grandma! It’s the cool lady!” a tiny voice squeaks. “The cool lady is sitting on Daddy’s lap!”
The strange pull between me and the grumpy single dad shatters.
My face turns tomato red as I whip around to find Renthrow’s daughter looking at me.
Along with every.
Single.
Patron.
In Bob’s Burgers.
Chapter Seven
Renthrow
It’s a bad idea for me to be around Cordelia Davenport. If she’s not grabbing my arm and trying to rope me into being her fake boyfriend, she’s crashing into my lap, accusing me of skinny shaming, and staring at me in a way that sends shockwaves straight to my heart.
It had felt completely natural to have that woman in my lap.
Perfect, even.
Like she was meant to sit there.
If Gordie hadn’t bellowed loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear and sent Cordelia shooting like a rocket out of my arms, I wouldn’t have remembered why it was a big deal that she was sitting on top of me.
And that’s very, very bad.
“Hi!” Gordie runs to Cordelia and tilts her head up to meet the mechanic’s eyes.
“H-hi.” Cordelia takes a furtive step back as if my daughter’s a feral animal about to bite her.
