Angel_Rochon Bears by Moxie North

Author:Moxie North [North, Moxie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Last Page Publishing
Published: 2016-07-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

He returned carrying the pizza box with a small paper bag on top and a roll of paper towels under his arm.

“You know I have napkins, right?”

Angel set his load down and started arranging the plates. “I don’t doubt it. They are probably fabric, and I’d be nervous using it to wipe tomato sauce off my face. This is easier.”

The small bag was opened first and out came fresh hot garlic sticks. He put two on her plate and opened the box. “Ham and pineapple okay?”

“Sure, I love that.” Becca was surprised it wasn’t a quadruple meat pizza with extra meat. Or something covered in onions and green peppers. She would eat that if she was at someone else’s house and didn’t want to be rude but would never order it for herself.

Angel put a couple of slices on her plate and served himself. He retook his seat on the table across from her.

“Am I supposed to eat all this?” she asked, looking at him, her eyebrow raised.

He looked at her plate, then at her, then back at the plate. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Sure, I haven’t eaten in over twenty-four hours, so my stomach is a little shrunken. But the chance I can eat all this is pretty slim.”

Becca wasn’t sure if he was making an assumption that she ate a lot or what. Granted, she could totally demolish two slices and breadsticks on a normal day. Not that she would ever do that in front of a man. That was reserved for girl’s night or a post break-up binge. Becca had rules about those kinds of things.

“Sorry, didn’t think about that. Whatever you don’t eat, I will. I have a big appetite.”

“I bet you do,” she murmured, taking a bite of breadstick.

“Hey, I work it all off. See?” he said around a mouthful of food, pulling the front of his shirt up. Under that shirt was a smooth six-pack of abs that didn’t look like they had seen too many slices of pizza.

Becca stopped chewing to stare at the muscles. She remembered how they felt under her hands but had never gotten a good look at them. They were something she’d only ever seen in magazines and on the internet. He would have to work out all the time to get those. One of those meathead guys that only talked about protein and reps.

Swallowing her food, she managed to say, “Youthful metabolism.”

“Probably a little. The Rochon genes are very forgiving. Give me a chance, and you can see for yourself for years to come,” he said, his smile devilish.

Becca had no answer for such an outlandish statement, so she took another bite.

They ate for a few minutes exchanging glances. Becca looked away each time she caught his eye. She knew he didn’t look away; his eyes stayed on her like a weight.

Angel set his plate aside, and Becca saw it was already empty. She’d only finished half of her plate and was stuffed.

“So where do you want me to start?”

“With what?” Becca had forgotten what they had been talking about before the pizza.

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