Page 37 of Cursed Luck
“Oh, I’m starved. I didn’t get a chance to eat earlier, but I do have a wedding to do in three months.” She shrugged.
“That’s great, baby. Congratulations!”
Edward moved to the door and flipped the lock before grabbing her hand. “Come on, let’s eat before the vultures come in.”
She laughed. “Vultures?”
“Yeah, the vultures. Always sweeping in when I come to see you so I have to share my time.”
Mia shook her head as they headed upstairs. “A little dramatic? And, if I may point out, it wasn’t this busy until you workedyour magic,so it’s really no fault but your own.”
Edward laughed. “Damn, you’re right. I really should quit being amazing.”
She slapped his arm. “Uh-uh. You don’t need a bigger head than you already have.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to show you how big of a head I really have…”
Mia paused, her thighs pressing together at the thought of him sliding into her folds. Her heart sped up, and her throat went dry. She never wanted to jump a person as badly as Edward Broderick.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring any of that up. It’s just so hard when you’re around,” he said, stopping in front of her.
His last words repeated in her head, and she burst into laughter. “Is that so?”
Edward’s cheeks darkened. “Shit, that’s not how I meant that.”
Mia pressed a finger to his lips. “I know. Now, what did you get us to eat?”
“Well, I was in the mood for Mexican food, so I took a chance and got you a burrito loaded with veggies. Do you even eat meat?” he asked, his head tilted in question.
She chuckled. “I do, but I don’t eat it often. There are some things I prefer the meat version of.”
His brows knit together. “That’s not very helpful. Do you have this written down somewhere? Because I’m going to screw it up often.”
“You’ll get the hang of it. I’m actually pretty flexible, so…” She shrugged and set her burrito on a plate. When Edward remained quiet, she asked, “What?”
“You’re killing me.”
Her eyes widened, and she swatted him in the arm. “Mind out of the gutter!”
“But it’s so ha—”
“Hard?” she asked, finishing his statement.
Edward hung his head and sighed. “Just eat your burrito and tell me about this wedding you’re doing flowers for.”
They ate and chatted in a mostly comfortable manner. An undercurrent of sexual frustration passed between them. She was eager to explore it but didn’t want to rush, like he had told her initially.
They ate and he hurried her back down so she could reopen the shop. When the first after-lunch customer set off the door’s chime, Edward smiled sadly. “I have to go pack.”
“Pack?” she asked.
He nodded. “I have a meeting with a client in DC, but I’ll be back in two days.”
It took her every ounce of strength to not pout at his announcement. “Okay.”
“I’ll miss you,” he whispered, running his thumb along her cheek.
“Thanks for the lunch date,” she whispered against his mouth before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
