Boxer’s eyes didn’t stray from my face. “What are you really trying to ask me, darlin’?”
“I don’t know.”
“You do,” he insisted. “So, own it and ask, or stop pussy-footing around.”
“Have you slept with her?”
He looked amused. “No.”
“Do you want to sleep with her?”
“No.”
His gray eyes darkened with emotion, and his hand tightened on mine.
Freddy appeared at our table with a red tray. “Here we go,” she said. “Can I get you anything else?”
“I’m good, thanks,” I said, forcing a smile.
She looked down at me and grinned. “Which soda did you choose?”
“I haven’t yet.” I reached for the grape soda and took a healthy swallow. It was like a fizzy grape popsicle. “Sold. I don’t even need to try the orange.”
Boxer grinned at Freddy. “Told ya.”
Freddy glanced at Boxer. “Need anything else?”
“I’m good. Thanks, darlin’.”
She smiled and then left our table.
He grabbed a dog, and a glob of chili landed on his plate.
I gingerly lifted mine and brought it to my mouth. I hesitated for a moment and then went for it. The chili was the perfect blend of spice and heat and I chomped away, not looking up until it was halfway gone, to find Boxer staring at me.
A slow smile of appreciation crossed his lips, and then he went back to eating.
All conversation was put on hold while we devoured our chili dogs. When I had one bite left, Boxer nudged the plate of shoestring fries toward me. “Try one.”
I snatched a fry and stuck it into my mouth, moaning at the salty potato taste on my tongue. “That’s one of the best things I’ve ever had.”
“Glad you’re enjoying it,” he said with amusement, eyes flashing with heat.
I polished off the last of my chili dog and then reached for another fry. Boxer grabbed for the same one, and our fingers collided.
“Fight you for it,” I teased.
“Nah, you have it, babe. I like watching you enjoy yourself.”
The underlying sensual connotation was unmistakable, and my nipples hardened against my sweater.
“You got any more questions for me?” he asked.
“The questions can keep,” I stated. “Let’s play pinball.”
“You ready for me to whip your ass at pinball?”
“Whip my ass? I play a mean pinball.”