Page 51 of Screwed
He laughed, too, and leaned over to smooch her lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t bring it up at every opportunity. Nor will I start talking to him and calling him Magic Dick.”
“Thank God for that.” Her stomach chose that moment to give a loud rumble.
He looked at her belly. “Hungry, darlin’?”
She patted her stomach. “Apparently.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot to eat again.”
She squinted, thinking back. “Um. Well, I was busy getting the wedding cake ready, and then delivering it.”
“Christ, Callie. You need to eat.”
“What are you saying?” She drew her chin down and frowned at him. “Are you saying I’m too skinny?”
“Christ, no! You’reperfect.”
“Hmph. Okay.”
“I wasn’t commenting on your weight.I mean, you’re not overweight. Or underweight. Jesus, there’s no good way to talk about a woman’s weight, is there?”
She pursed her lips. “It’s definitely a sensitive subject.”
“Like I said, you’re perfect. What I meant is, you need to eat to stay healthy, so let’s get some food into you, woman.”
Warmth unfurled inside her. “I’m good with that.” Then her bottom lip pushed out. “Although I’m not sure how much food I have in the house.”
“You must have some cookies.”
She laughed. “Yes. But in terms of a meal…I haven’t exactly been cooking gourmet meals for one lately.”
“There’s always pizza delivery.”
“I could go for tacos, actually.”
“Hell yeah.” He rubbed his flat abs. “Hot Tamales delivers.”
“Yes!” She rose to her knees, forgetting she was naked. “I love their shrimp tacos.”
“Okay. Where’s my phone? Where are my pants?” He stood and turned in a circle. “There.”
A moment later he had found the number and was ordering her tacos and a fiesta platter for himself, which she knew included a chalupa, two cheese enchiladas, a beef taco, and chips withchile con quesoand guacamole.
“That’s a lot of food.”
“You know you’re going to steal some of my chips.”
She grinned. “I totally am.”
Suddenly, she had a weird sensation of unreality. Like…she and Cash were naked in her bedroom, ordering Tex-Mex and laughing after having sex.
This wasn’t really happening.
Chapter Twelve
Cash grabbed his pants and stepped into them so he was decent when the food arrived, while Callie pulled on a tiny pair of shorts and a thin T-shirt. He tamped down the guilt that tried to rise up, unwilling to let it ruin what had just happened. How could something so good be bad? And he sure as hell wasn’t going to run out on Callie again and hurt her feelings.
They ate in the family room off the kitchen, a room that should have been cozy but wasn’t. The huge size and high ceiling made the space feel empty and cool despite the leather sectional and the fireplace in the corner. Big windows on one wall overlooking the gorge and bayou let in a lot of light even at this time of day, and a ceiling fan circled slowly above them. Callie turned on the flat-screen television, then handed him the remote with a raised eyebrow.
