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“Let me know when you are. I’m buying takeout tonight.”
“Oh, then we’re definitely getting Maxfield’s,” she replied with a smirk.
Maxfield’s was the only upscale restaurant in Haven Springs.
“We’ll get whatever you want. I like Maxfield’s.”
Jade rolled her pretty green eyes.
“I’m just teasing. I see what you mean about it being no fun when you don’t take the bait.”
“Okay, but I’m serious. We can order Maxfield’s.”
“For takeout? No. By the time it got delivered, it’d be cold. Then we’d be warming up two hundred dollars’ worth of food. That’s just silly. Pizza will be fine.”
“You don’t even want Golden Dragon? Wow, you’re a cheap date.”
She cocked her head at me. “Good thing this isn’t a date, then.”
Oh, but the night is young, beautiful.
Chapter Ten
Jade
We moved into the living room, and Brian sat at the opposite end of the couch with his leg up on my ottoman.
Oh, did I mention he was freaking shirtless with only a pair of blue and green plaid pajama pants slung low on his hips?
Yeah, I couldn’t help but notice his broad chest, six-pack, and those stupid lines above his hip bones that seemed to point straight to his dick.
Maybe he’d been right not to want me as his nurse. I just might have done something completely unprofessional if I’d seen him naked.
I nervously put a throw pillow in my lap and fidgeted with the tassels, smoothing them out in a straight line on my bare thigh.
“I should probably get dressed,” I observed. Kinda hoping he’d take the hint, too.
Instead, he replied, “Why? We’re not going anywhere. I say we be lazy bums and stay in our pajamas until tomorrow.”
I wanted to argue but couldn’t come up with a reasonable justification why we shouldn’t do exactly that.
“Okay, but that means we have to binge watch something while eating junk food.”
“Whaddya got?”
“That’s the problem. Nothing. I purposefully don’t keep snacks in the house.”
“You don’t have any snacks?”
“No. Otherwise I’ll eat them.”
Brian was scrolling through his phone when he replied, “Yeah, that’s the whole point of snacks.” He typed something then paused to look up at me. “Chips, microwave popcorn, Milk Duds, Red Vines… what else?
I choked out a cough. “I think you have it covered.”
“What kind of soda do you like?”
“Diet Coke, but I have that.”
