“Thanks.”
He was quiet for a minute as we moved closer to the window to order. “I’m sorry I ran out of lunch today.”
I forced a smile. “It’s okay.”
He shook his head. “It’s not, though. I knew what this was when we started talking. It’s not fair of me to change the rules now.”
“What do you mean?”
He waited until I looked at him. The desire in his gaze was the same I’d seen from him more than once. It was a look that made me want more from him. That made me want to know what things could be like with him.
It scared the hell out of me.
“I like spending time with you. I want to do it more often. Not just lunches where I teach you how to flirt with other men, but dates where you flirt with me.”
“Landon,” I breathed.
“I know. You don’t feel the same. I just?—”
“I… do. I…”
“You do?”
I shrugged. “I?—”
“Mom, Carrie’s family said we could sit with them. She’s in the musical with me. Is that cool?” Mikayla asked, interrupting the conversation I was afraid to have.
I forced a smile and nodded. “Of course. Do you know what ice cream you want?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s our turn. Go tell her.” I glanced at Landon, catching the smile lingering on his lips.
He whispered, “We’ll finish this conversation later.”
And I know he felt me shiver against him.
I was in trouble with this man. So much trouble.
16
Landon
I was going to embarrass myself when I stood up. Sitting next to Casey as she licked her ice cream cone was doing things to me that should not be happening when I was sitting at a table with two teenagers and other parents. But fuck me, Casey was making me want to be that ice cream cone.
She had no idea I wanted her as much as I did. But hearing she felt even a little bit of the same thing had me grinning like an idiot and unable to stop staring at her.
Mikayla and her friend were sitting at the end of the table and talking about their musical. Casey was holding down a conversation with the girl’s mom. The dad was watching over his girls like if he looked away something bad would happen. He had a hand on his wife’s knee, and a smile that said she was his entire world.
I wanted that. A woman I could touch in public and not think twice about what anyone else thought. I was pretty sure Casey would not handle it well if I put my hand on her thigh. Although she was going to have to be okay with it at the wedding.
Which meant I needed to find a way to control my reaction to her. Because sporting a hard-on for the entire wedding was not a good look.
“You own the flower shop, right?” the dad asked me as we were finishing up our ice cream. I couldn’t remember his name.
“I do. Blossom & Grow.”
“I was trying to place you. I always get her flowers from you.” He nodded his head toward his wife.
