“I don’t doubt it.” Noah reaches out and puts a hand on my forearm. “Riley, there’s no need to defend what you do with me. Really.”
I can see that he’s still worried about the past, but it’s all forgiven. Entirely. I don’t preach ‘forgive and forget’ because that’s a one-way ticket to repeat past mistakes. Instead, I think we use those mistakes to learn and grow, and both Noah and I have. He wouldn’t be so fast to judge and lash out now, and I would definitely stand up for myself better these days.
“Even now, there are times I wish your brother and I hadn’t had to take the escape chute Life Corp offered us. I mean, I like the security and the safety net of being financially sound, for myself and for my family, but it comes with restraints. You never compromised on your vision, and you’ve got the freedom that comes with being your own boss.”
“We do what we’re all meant to do, Noah,” I tell him, moving my hand to give him a squeeze. This is what I’ve enjoyed so much about our new relationship, both chatting and now in real life. We’re communicating at a level a lot of people never get to, and I love it. “You’re a natural leader, a guy who’ll light up the corporate world because you get people to follow you. Me? I’m too . . . wild.”
Noah laughs, shaking his head. “No, you’re just an idealist. Won’t settle for second best, that’s you.”
Once upon a time, Noah Daniels calling me an idealist was an insult in his mind. But I can see the change in his eyes. He means it as a compliment, the ultimate one.
“Thank you,” I tell him. “Wait, unless you’re calling yourself the best?” I tease.
“Hmm, why can’t both be true?” he says smugly.
Before I can banter back, Wayne is back with our food. At least I think it’s ours. It might be for his entire section because he’s precariously balancing two platters with the biggest burgers I’ve ever seen in one hand and carrying a basket of fries in the other hand. It’s enough food to feed an army for sure.
“Here you go. Two Double-Decker meals.” He sets the plates down on the table, and I have no idea how I’m going to ingest all this. Or even half of it. But the aroma is intoxicating, and I’m sure going to try. “Anything else I can get for you?”
Noah and I lock eyes over the monstrous amount of food and shake our heads. Wayne grins knowingly. “Wait until you taste it. It’s so good, you’ll never be able to stop.” He tilts his head. “Guess that’s true for a lot of things.”
When he walks off, Noah and I burst out in laughter.
“I think I need to write down some of his sayings for future posts.”
“I don’t think Riley Sunshine can say the things Wayne says and get away with it. At least not on video,” Noah tells me heatedly.
And now my burger isn’t the only thing getting juicy. I squirm in my seat, much the way Noah did earlier, and his lips quirk smugly.
“You ass,” I tell him, but there’s no heat in my voice.
“Am I wrong?” he challenges. He knows good and well that I could not say sexy, over the top stuff like that as Riley Sunshine. Hell, I could barely say it as Riley Watson! That sucking comment was out of my wheelhouse and foreign on my tongue.
“Let’s eat,” I tell him instead, letting him have the win.
He doesn’t gloat, though, simply picks up his burger, mess and all, and waits for me to do the same. “Three, two, one . . .”
We both take big bites at the same time and moan in unison.
“Ohmagawf.”
“Dahmn, ’as gud.”
We smile with mouths as full as chipmunks, and Noah doesn’t flinch, even though he has tomato juice running down his chin. That’s completely unlike him, or I’m pretty sure it is, considering everything I know about him, but to my surprise, he goes in for another bite without grabbing his napkin.
I decide I like messy, untamed Noah. Taking me somewhere out of his wheelhouse, sharing things that he’d normally hold close to his chest, trying new things, and not worrying about being perfect is dead sexy.
How is he perfect when he’s being regimented and also perfect at being wild? I don’t know, but he is sexy both ways.
We eat in comfortable silence for the most part, enjoying the easy company and delicious food. Noah dips a fry in ketchup and holds it up for me so I can eat it from his hand, and he gives me a saucy smirk.
But eventually, we can’t eat another bite despite barely making a dent in the food on our plates. I sit back in the booth, patting my belly. “You might have to roll me and my food baby out of here,” I joke.