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I wasn’t hungry.
And I honestly didn’t taste anything as I forced myself to eat along with her.
But her pleasure was enough to have my lips curving up.
“Okay, I think Teddy is right. I mean, the cherryshouldbe my favorite. It’s a classic. It’s what I would always go for. But the vanilla just has a little extra something.”
“And the chocolate?”
“Is what I would reach for on a bad day for sure, but the vanilla is where it’s at. I’m only mad that I now know this exists, but it’s likely out of my price range. And definitely out of convenience range.”
She sat back with her coffee, her hand casually resting on her stomach.
“This was maybe the best day of my life,” she told me, shooting me such a sweet look that my chest ached.
It would have been the best of mine too.
If I didn’t know what was coming next.
I was too much of a coward to give her any kind of warning, though. Not as we cleaned up, got dressed, and headed back downstairs to wait for the valet to bring the SUV around.
It wasn’t until I missed the turn for my house (and where her car was parked) that she turned to me, brows furrowed, but a soft smile still toying with her lips.
“I think you missed your turn,” she said.
“Actually, I want to bring you to the club for a bit.”
“Oh,” she said, brows furrowed.
I could tell by the way she relaxed back into the seat, a smile toying with her lips, though, that she thought what I had in store for her was simply another item on her bucket list.
And not completely blowing her world up.
But I pulled into the lot.
I saw Huck open the front door.
There was no going back.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Rue
Honestly, I had no idea what on my bucket list could be at the house with all his buddies. I spent the whole ride there racking my brain (and going over my list) for any possibilities.
I’d narrowed it down to a possible poker game when we’d pulled into the lot.
When I saw all the bikes lined up and a man standing in the door, I figured that had to be what it was.
It didn’t explain, though, why Kylo had become a barrel of nerves with each mile we’d driven.
I knew anxiety when I saw it.
It was in the ticking muscle in his jaw, the way his shoulders had inched up, his tight posture, and that strange, faraway look in his eye. Like his mind was a million miles away.
It was so strange to see those things on him, though. He’d always been so calm, so laid-back, so unflappable.
But he was definitely, you know, flapped as we climbed out of the SUV at the house and made our way toward the door.
