He kissed her one last time, and took a plate. “What’s good here?”
“Cathy made tacos today. She had to complete a last-minute order for Francine’s wedding, so she had to close up shop.”
Brice winced. “I bet she’s pissed about that.”
“Yeah, she said, considering the whole wedding is a farce. She doesn’t like Francine. Called her a spoilt, rotten bitch, who didn’t deserve the life she was living.” Raven shrugged. “Would you like me to load you up?”
“You got it, baby,” Drew said.
Brice agreed, standing beside him.
She put tortillas, shredded pork, and spicy vegetables onto his plate. He placed the sour cream, hot sauce, and cheese. Quickly making up his own taco, he took a bite, and moaned. The flavors were amazing.
“Did you make this?” he asked.
“No, Cathy did.” Her cheeks heated.
“The truth?”
“Fine, I made them, and I started them last night before we went out. It’s great. Cathy’s giving me a chance to prove myself.” He watched as she bagged up the leftovers and handed them to him, before placing the stuff back in the truck.
Guys were starting to leave, and Raven turned, the smile dropping from her face. “Don’t you guys want dessert?” she asked.
The men that had started to disappear came back. She unveiled a killer-looking cake with thick chocolate frosting.
Raven wasn’t done there. She’d even brought ice cream, storing it in her cooler to keep it firm. She sliced up the cake, making sure each of them got a piece, and a scoop of ice cream.
“Marry me,” Drew said. There was no way he was letting this woman get away from him.
“Slower,” she said, chuckling. “I did hear that all a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“You own me.”
“That’s good to know.” She gave him a wink, and he liked that even more.
Was his woman flirting with him?
They finished eating, and he stayed with Raven until she packed away, much to Brice’s annoyance. He didn’t care.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
She turned toward him. “Not a lot. Staying in. You?”
“I’m coming over to your place.”
Raven nodded. “Okay.”
“You’re not going to argue with me?”
“I want to argue with you, but I’ve come to see that it’s pointless to do so. You’ll do what you want to anyway.” She shrugged. “It’s okay. I can handle you.”
“You can?”
“Yeah, you back off every time I say you’re too much, and that I can handle. You know when to listen, and because of that, you can come over tonight.”
She then shocked the shit out of him by placing a hand on his chest and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was the first kiss she’d ever given him. Drew had taken all of the others. “I’ve got to head back. When do you think you’ll be over?” she asked.
“A little after eight. I get finished here, pick some vegetables to help out, and then head home to shower.”