Page 72 of His Curvy Happiness
“Definitely not. It makes you hard to be around if you get too cocky.”
Mikayla laughed again. “I can see that happening for you.”
“Mikayla!” I interjected.
She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry.”
Landon shook his head. “Nothing to apologize for. We’re just joking around. I know that.” He looked at me. “I think she has your sense of humor.”
My cheeks heated. I nodded. “She does. But usually she doesn’t let it out around other adults.”
“I’m honored to be someone you feel comfortable around,” Landon told Mikayla.
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No offense at all. I promise. I have a tendency to relive my elementary school fame, and it’s good to have someone around to remind me not to go overboard.”
Mikayla giggled. “You need to watch that.”
Landon smiled. “Definitely. Tell me more about you, Mikayla. What else are you into?”
Mikayla opened up to Landon in a way I’d never seen before. They went from one topic to another, talking about school and friends and even boys her friends had crushes on. She turned bright red when Landon asked if she had a boyfriend. She said she did not have a boyfriend, but there was a boy she liked.
I’d never gotten all that information out of her.
Our food came, and we dug in, declaring the burgers the best we’d ever had.
Landon stole a fry from Mikayla’s plate, and she stole one of his in retaliation. He cut off a piece of his burger for her to try and offered a bite to me. He held out the burger to me, his gaze locked on mine while I leaned forward to take a bite.
His pupils dilated. His nostrils flared. He shifted in his seat.
What was this man doing to me? I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind all day, and when I had a chance, I spent the evening with him and my kid. Like we were a family.
Mikayla asked if we could go out for ice cream after our burgers, and we ended up in line with other families at The Creamery. Mikayla saw a friend from school and went to talk to them while Landon and I held our place in line.
“I’m buying ice cream,” I told Landon.
“If you insist,” he said. He was quiet for a minute while I stared at the sign listing all the options. “It was really nice to meet Mikayla.”
“She’s a good kid.”
“She has a great mom.”
I smiled at him. “Thanks. She had a rough afternoon.”
“What happened?”
“My ex. She wanted him to come to see her in the musical, and he said he can’t.”
Landon’s eyes went wide. “He told her he’s not coming?”
I shrugged. “He told me. She called him, and he didn’t answer. I called him back, and he said he’s busy. Before I told him when the show is.”
“What an ass.”
“Yep.”
“You both deserve better.”
