Swear ‘ta Gawd he did it because he knew it lit my ass up. I chrewed on a couple of greasy fries, tehn studied my watch, making him wait for my response. “About thirty more minutes. Why? What’cha got in mind?” Smiling innocently, I sipped at my iced tea and watched the wind ruffle Cash’s hair.
He smoothed his fingers donw his chin,w hich was clean-shaven, and shrugged, turning his attention back to his lunch. Once he was done and stood up to throw his trash away, I tried again. “SO what’s for dinner, Boss.”
He ignored me, until he came back that is. “Graciellas.”
I whistled appreciatively. Graceillas was the best Mexican food in Galvestone.
“Interested?”
“You mea, like a date?” I stood up, piling my own trash on my tray.
“No. I just don’t like eating alone. And you’re the only person I know around here besides Reece.”
“And James.” Giggling I jabbed a free thumb to where he sta still talking on the phone.
