Page 63 of His Curvy Happiness
The phone was silent. I looked, and he hung up.
“Dammit.” I didn’t want to bother Natalie with the issue I was having getting in touch with her DJ, but if I couldn’t get him to speak to me, I was either going to have to change the article or reach out to Natalie.
I didn’t like either option.
I did some research on other things I could write the article about, other vendors who would help to set the tone for the reception, but I was stumped. Without the music, a wedding would just be a bunch of people talking. The band was great, but they were playing during the cocktail hour and dinner. The DJ would be the one who got everyone on the dance floor. He would play the music Natalie and Omar chose. He would make the night one to remember.
But he didn’t want to talk to me.
I was still trying to figure out other options when I left to meet Landon for lunch. He wanted to go to Just Tacos, and since it was one of my favorite places, I agreed easily.
He was already at a table when I walked in. He stood and slid his phone into his pocket, walking to me like he couldn’t keep himself from my side.
“Hi,” he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“Hi.” My face flamed. The other diners watched us, probably wondering what in the world he was doing with me.
“I wanted to wait for you to order. Do you know what you want?”
You? My cheeks burned hotter with that thought.
“I like the way you think,” he whispered, forgoing my cheek and kissing me on the lips. He pulled back quickly and grinned at me. “We’ll save that thought for another time.”
“Did I say that out loud?”
He chuckled and grabbed my hand. “Your face did.”
“You don’t know what I was thinking.”
He squeezed my hand. “No, but I know I have your favorite.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned. “I hoped you’d forgotten about that.”
He tapped his temple. “Never. That’s locked in here for life.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, wishing that were enough to erase my embarrassment.
“You have no idea how big of a turn-on that statement was,” he whispered against my ear. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Or taking matters into my own hands because of it.”
My breath puffed out of me. I looked at him, my gaze slamming into his. His pupils were dilated. There was no hint of teasing in his eyes. “You…”
“Absolutely, Casey.”
“Oh.”
“Does that make you uncomfortable? I didn’t intend that.”
I shook my head, wishing I could cross my legs or take matters into my own hands. “Not uncomfortable in the way you’re asking.”
He chuckled. “That’s good to know.”
“What can I get for you guys today?” the woman behind the counter asked.
“I’ll take three soft tacos, grilled chicken, loaded. Water to drink. And chips and salsa. Do you want queso?”
I nodded.
“We’ll do queso, too, please.”
