by Adele Downs
“Drive-thru?” she asked when they arrived.
“Yes, but then park, so I can explain my schedule while we’re eating.”
Huh, apparently they were eating. No wonder Denny liked this job so much—you kept Denny’s stomach full, and he was happy. Plus, she assumed since he’d offered, she wouldn’t have to pay for it. She sighed at the mental intrusion money had become. Every thought. Every action. She flicked a glance in her mirror—something he probably couldn’t relate to.
Maybe Owen would loosen up after he’d eaten. Maybe he was like Denny in that.
“I’ll order,” he insisted.
Remy pulled forward so his window lined up with the speaker.
“A number one, hold the onions and tomato, and can I get the lettuce in between the top patty and the second patty? It’s cleaner that way.”
The cashier sounded bemused as she asked, “What to drink?”
Owen glanced at the drink holder in trepidation as if doubting it was up to the task. “Just water. Can you repeat that back to me, please?”
Remy covered her smile with her hand and tried to look nonchalant as the cashier repeated his order back, down to the lettuce placement.
“You don’t want your fries Animal Style?” Hopefully he didn’t catch the hint of innuendo she’d been surprised to hear in her voice.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Melted cheese, their spread, and then grilled onions on top,” Remy explained.
He snorted and shook his head.
She should have expected that. He probably preferred his life the opposite from Animal Style. Good to know. Might help her kill this weird attraction she was fighting.
“What do you want?” he asked.
For you to loosen up. To not be wondering if his lips were soft or firm when he kissed.
She shrugged. “A Coke? Wait, no, a Neapolitan shake.”
“Where is that?” He stared at the menu.
“It’s a secret menu item. You have to request it.”
Both eyebrows lifted this time. He’d clearly never ordered off-menu. Her whole life was lived off-menu. Owen continued to stare at her, but said nothing, so she rolled down her window and requested it herself.
