His Blazing Passion by Celia Kyle & Marina Maddix

Author:Celia Kyle & Marina Maddix [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Real Men Romance™

CHAPTER SEVEN

Allon made his way across the coffee shop parking lot carrying a cardboard tray of coffees that was completely unbalanced. He caught the bag of danishes that fell off it without dropping a single cup. One of the less obvious advantages to having long arms. But when he reached the SUV, he wished for a third hand. Naturally, Chelle stared at him unhelpfully from the passenger’s side.

He gave her a pointed look, but she only grinned at him instead of leaning over the console to open the door for him. Because of course. He tried thrusting his knee up at the handle, as if that would magically open the door, and that only got Chelle laughing at him. Allon huffed, set the tray of coffees on top of the SUV, and opened the door the normal way.

“I’ll remember that next time it’s your turn to get stakeout snacks,” he grumbled as he climbed in and reached up to get the coffees from their perch.

While he was doing so, Chelle’s hand darted out and snatched the bag of danishes. She peeked inside and scrunched her nose, arching a sharp eyebrow at Allon. He found it surprisingly cute, but he knew it usually preceded some kind of complaint.

“The hell is this?” she demanded, turning the open bag to him as if that somehow explained the issue. “No crullers?” Her green eyes shot to the coffees before she seized hers and cracked the lid open to peer inside. “Not even a little whipped cream?”

“Are you always so bitchy when someone buys you a meal?” he grumbled, catching himself altogether too late.

Oh shit, he’d really stepped in it this time. And he couldn’t claim he was only joking, like he did after his snarky comment earlier. Any second now, a set of knuckles would slam into his jaw, and he deserved it. Only the pummeling never came. When he dared shoot a glance in Chelle’s direction, something akin to amusement danced in those mesmerizing eyes of hers.

“Oh, so you think this…food, if you can call it that, is acceptable for a first date?” She tossed the bag onto the center console and brushed off her hands like they were contaminated. “Because, personally, I expect table service at a bare minimum.”

He paused, a smile threatening to overtake him. The sudden flirting, if that’s what it was, caught him off guard, but he recovered quickly as he pulled out of the coffee shop’s parking lot.

“White table cloth and candles type of gal, huh?”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “You think I’m a princess or something? Save that for my mom.”

“I know, let’s hit a nice steakhouse and pop a bottle of wine or two. If we get a good window seat, we can watch out for Danque over six hours of a five-course meal and stuff ourselves with some red meat.”

“Yeah, our bosses would love that,” she laughed, punching him in the arm good-naturedly.

He chuckled and then turned an apologetic look at her. “Hey, sorry about that comment.

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